What I did on your birthday

I decided early in the morning that it would be appropriate to bake chocolate chip cookies on this day. A cake would have been very much birthday-like, but cookies you can dip in tea.

I got the recipe from this book...

...in German

...I wore blue shoes

...which matched my kitchen glove

I put them on a plate and they multiplied...they looked delicious

but they tasted of cheeseburguer

so I gave them to my dog

Next I looked on the internet for 'good ice-cream parlor sydney'. I found out that New Zealand ice-cream has a similar reputation to that of Italian ice-cream in Europe. So I typed 'New Zealand ice-cream sydney'. There was one place in Bondi beach. The idea of having ice-cream on the beach for your birthday was very appealing.

Preoccupied with what could have gone wrong in the process of cookie-making, and wondering whether I may have killed my dog with an overdose, I took the wrong bus...

...and ended up at this bus stop...

...in front of this shop

I eventually found my way to Bondi beach

I walked up the main road to the location of the ice-cream parlor. I found it had been replaced by a juice bar.
-In my agony infused daze I forgot to take a picture of the juice bar. It was ugly.

...I climbed up the hill...

...saw some rocks

A man about to commit suicide (in the red sweater)

I walked back down and found a very cute little place called 'Gelato'. Ah, perfect.

Embarassed by the thought of looking like a tourist, I deliberately forgot to take a picture

I went to the bathroom which was behind the kitchen, and found out the place is owned by the chinese mafia. I deliberately forgot to take a picture for the sake of my organs.

Despite the refreshing name, this place did not serve ice cream. I waited until nobody was looking to take this picture, but forgot to take the flash off, so everybody noticed anyway.

I saw an ice-cream parlor next door.

To avoid being seen by the waiters, I crawled into the parlor next door (Im not sure why).

In my ice cream-trying-indulgence I forgot to take a picture of the parlor.

It took me an hour to choose two flavours. The girl who worked there was highly incompetent in her field. I curse her Australian suntan for misleading me in choosing mint choc chip with ferrero rocher ice cream.

Although this is far from what I had hoped to obtain on your birthday (I had dreamt of a delicate glass cup with three scoops of fruitilicious flavours melting into each other), I at least ate ice cream thinking of you.