dear icelandic volcano,

thank you for delaying all air travel to and from europe,

causing gergiev and his chorus to land in new york

{via tel aviv and philly}

about way too many days late,

causing the new york phil to reschedule their rehearsals,

causing my teacher to need to cut studio class an hour short

{in order to make rescheduled rehearsals}

giving me a whole extra hour of my day,

with nothing else to do

other than visit

the ice cream truck.

with jeremy:

and sammy:

and davey:

my ice cream cone had

rainbow jimmies.

and it was delicious.

and it made me feel all summer-y.

my only request,

mr. volcano,

is that,

since you somehow have a way of affecting peoples' lives in the most random and oddest ways possible,

{i.e. more friends that could come to my mustache party because their concert was cancelled because bang on a can was stuck in europe...}

can you somehow begin a string of events that will result in ice cream trucks around the country selling

pistachio soft serve?

that's all, mr. v

i love you.

xoxo

yeh