Elm Street Explorations

King's take:
Mom dropped us off to go to Greg's Place. I got a cheeseburger, you got a turkey sub. I had some ginger ale, you had some water.
After Greg's Place, we went to Ben & Jerry's. I had a Brownie Special, you had a hot float. The Brownie Special was good; it was kinda messy too.
"I've heard of Bill of Rights, but Bill of Ice Cream Rights?"
"Sorry about the chocolate beard."
We're going to explore the music shop.
(King wasn't all that interested in 'talking to the journal' today.)

Miaka's take:
Today's plan was to do a little bit of exploring in downtown, since it's a touch warmer than it has been--at least according to Mom. This is not to say it wasn't still chilly, but it wasn't as bitingly cold as it usually tends to be at this time of year. (We've had an oddly mild winter, actually.)
It was very quiet in Greg's Place, being between rushes. We had our pick of any seat in the place. The food there is quite good, and not terribly expensive. It's primarily a bar, though.
Once we'd finished lunch, we headed out for the walk up Elm St (quite a ways, actually) to Ben & Jerry's for ice cream. It was still a bit too cold for ice cream in my opinion, but at least there's an inside to the shop, where you can sit down. They also have something called a 'hot float', which involves dropping a scoop of ice cream into a traditional winter hot drink. I opted for hot chocolate with a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream, topped off with whipped cream. King went for the brownie sundae, a big brownie topped with a scoop of  Chocolate Therapy ice cream, with whipped cream and hot fudge to top it all off. We both very much enjoyed our treats, though King had more of a mess. (Mine being contained in a cup, it was a touch easier to keep neat.) We both laughed over his 'chocolate beard' (spilled chocolate dribbling down his chin until it almost looked as though he'd grown a dark brown beard). Cleanup didn't take too long, though.
Ice creams finished, we decided to go check out the nearby music shop for a little while, to explore some and kill a little extra time.
We mostly looked at songbooks in the music shop. Pick one up, open it, and try to sing whatever songs were in it, when we'd grabbed one that actually had a vocal part (there were at least a few that contained the scores to games or movies that don't have sung music, or not much). King can't really read the music, so he was silly if I didn't set the tune for him first. Once he had my voice to follow, though, we sang a pretty decent two-level melody. Except, of course, when my unprepared voice didn't make quite the right sounds. I would've sung better if I'd thought to warm up first, before trying to launch right into, say, music from Phantom of the Opera.
King eventually opted to go ahead and get the first thing he'd spotted upon walking in--a Harry Potter songbook and recorder set.  Dad met us on the street between the ice cream place and the music shop, and we headed home.
Perhaps next week will bring more exploring, perhaps something entirely different. The weather will have a hand in which gets chosen.