How Sweet it Is

Well, maybe we can't afford to travel the globe, but we can certainly hit the high spots in our little town.

Welcome to Candyland

This week's adventure took us to the movie theatre and an oversized sweet shop.

First off, we went to see Asteroid City at the multiplex. We hadn't seen a movie since before COVID. (Funny how everything these days is referred to as "pre-COVID" vs. "post-COVID.") 

But I digress.

We purchased our tickets, grabbed the requisite popcorn and Raisinets, and plopped down in the last row of seats in the theatre. Note to self: Next time, choose a seat in the row ahead of the last row so I can see the whole screen when I recline. 

I don't really know how to describe the movie. It was a visual feast, but there really wasn't a plot. Much like real life, it just sort of happened. If you can go to a movie and just be in the moment without expecting anything, this is the show for you. We both enjoyed it very much, and it was definitely something to see on the big screen. Best of all, the crowd was sparse, so we didn't have to deal with rude noises or disruptions.

Next, we headed to Bob Evans for lunch. I had my usual skillet breakfast, while Mr. Ginley enjoyed the French toast. Once sated, we got into the Ginleymobile and headed to Candyland (aka "b.a. Sweetie.")

For the uninitiated (and I do feel sorry for you), b.a. Sweetie is a combination candy warehouse/ice cream parlor/miniature golf facility. 

We took full advantage of all that was offered.

First off, I kicked a little butt playing mini golf. Well, not exactly kicked butt, more like squeaked by with one less stroke. Also, we played the easier of the two courses. We were behind a mom with three little boys, so we did a lot of waiting while they knocked the ball around. Still, except for the Canadian smoke that lingered in the air, it was a nice way to spend time outdoors.

Next, we wandered through the candy warehouse among chocolate bars, suckers and all manner of candy and soda pop. Admittedly, I got carried away, and we ended up with more goodies than was good for us. (I say "us" but mostly it was "me.") It was fun to toodle down the aisles and remember fondly all the candy of our childhood – stuff like Bonomo Turkish Taffy, wax lips and Beemans gum. Plus all the Pez you could ever possibly want. And oversized bags full of sugary goodness. Honestly, we were lucky to get out of there without experiencing a sugar-induced coma.

Speaking of which...our next stop was the ice cream parlor. There we partook of malteds, while I sat on a large wooden swing that reminded me of the one my Dad hung in the garage for me when I was little.

No dinner for us that night (if you don't count the sugary treats we dug into when we got home).

Were we done yet? Not quite. On the way out, we noticed there was a thrift store next to b.a. Sweetie. Time to hunt for treasure! We didn't go too crazy, but I did find three jigsaw puzzles (just what I needed, right?), and Mr. Ginley found some books (just what he needed), plus a few household goods. 

Time to go home and feed the cat before she gets really pissed!

So, no, unless we win the lottery, we won't be cruising the Caribbean or visiting the Taj Mahal anytime soon. But we will be taking advantage of all the good stuff our little town has to offer.

Pass me the Pez, please!