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By Amelia Tarallo
Hometown Weekly Staff
The age-old saying “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,” seems especially true during the hottest of summer days.
On Wednesday, August 14, visitors at Needham’s Center at the Heights enjoyed a special ice cream social with new and old friends, all while cooling off from the hot temperatures.
The social was scheduled to begin at 2 o’clock, but by 1:40, the room was already filled with guests. Friends clustered together at tables, exchanging tips on how to enjoy the end of summer and how to beat the unbearable heat. Others caught up on the recent comings and goings of Needham.
Guests had the choice between vanilla or chocolate, along with their choice of toppings. Rainbow sprinkles, Oreos, M&Ms, maraschino cherries, and peanut butter cups were among the choices guests could add to their ice cream. “What are these?” one guest asked, pointing to a bowl of toppings.
“Those are Junior Mints,” came a response.
“I haven’t seen those in forever,” muttered another guest, before adding them to his ice cream.
Peanut butter sauce, marshmallow, and, of course, hot fudge were also available to be poured over sundaes for that extra kick of flavor.
Guests seemed invigorated as they ate their ice cream and chatted amongst each other. “Peanut butter cups, peanut butter cups, peanut butter cups,” sang one guest as she made her way back to her table.
“You didn’t get chocolate? You always get chocolate!” exclaimed another guest to her friend, shocked by her friend’s sudden change in taste.
Others enjoyed their cool-off, though worried that grabbing a second scoop would be bad for their fitness goals. “I just want to be skinny,” exclaimed one guest enjoying her ice cream, before another guest shouted his own snarky secret to staying thin.
“Tom, who got you a third [scoop]?” quipped another guest.
“Del, you’re not supposed to count. You’re one of my favorite people, but you’re not supposed to count!” retorted Tom, as he returned to joking with friends at his table and enjoying his ice cream.
Just minutes later, one organizer asked if anyone wanted another scoop. “I’ll come around and bring you another one,” he offered.
“Four is perfect, Tom,” joked Del.
Nothing can go wrong when it comes to friends and ice cream. Whether they had one scoop, or two, or three, or four, chocolate or vanilla, these guests had a great time at their ice cream social.
