It is important to have goals. To dream. To imagine what could be. To get out there and chase after those imaginary dream goals. I dreamed a goal where I imagined I drank a milkshake in all 50 US states. This is my story.
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Pennsylvania - Shake # 4
Salted Caramel - Max Brenner, Philadelphia - 12 July 2015
Now we are talking. Delicious, although topped with an unholy amount of 'cream'. *side eye*
Saturday, July 11, 2015
New Jersey - Shake # 3
Strawberry Banana Chillatta - Cinnabon, New Jersey - 11 July 2015
Strawberry Banana Chillatta, if anyone knows what the fuck that means please enlighten me. I drank this bastard (half of it anyway) and I'm still none the wiser. Nothing that occurs in nature is found in this cup. I do know, with a level of certainty, that below is what my arteries now look like:
Pink, gloopy and full of remorse.
Friday, July 10, 2015
New York - Shake # 2
Strawberry float thing - random food truck, New York - 10 July 2015
Procured after walking Brooklyn Bridge in denim and amongst narcissistic self takers blocking the path. Grumpy.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Virginia - Shake # 1
Choc chip espresso freddo - Pitango, Virginia - 9 July 2015
Hurriedly procured on our last night in Virginia. Outer suburban milkshakes being somewhat had to come by.
My notes say 'Not bad, best consumed after crab cakes'. I'm guessing that's sarcasm.
Clearly based on my rubbish photograph taken back at the hotel, I wasn't taking this so seriously back then. But I'm serious AF now, rest assured dear reader.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Washingon DC - Shake # Ah, fuck
Strawberry - Shake Shack, Washington DC - 8 July 2015
Claire: I kicked off my milkshake challenge in the most patriotic fashion!
Aaron: You realise DC isn't a state, right?
Claire: GODDAMNIT. I HAVE FUCKED UP. ON DAY ONE.
On the bright side, a bonus milkshake is never a bad thing.
Milkshake rating: OK but nothing amazing. Standard pink dairy liquid.
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