An apocalypse... with Pizza Hut and Kiwi Loco!

Story Time! (I was told this week that I'm actually very good at telling stories, who knew right?!)

Thursday night I am sitting on my bed talking with my two roommates Hillaree and Kaitlin. Then Bri comes home in quite the little panic asking if Kiwi Loco had been delivered to us. (Kiwi Loco is the new Twizzleberry) (I just realized some of you may not even know what that means, um... it is a frozen yogurt place where you fill your own cups with whatever kind you want and whatever toppings you want, and then they just charge you by the weight. Oh and they also deliver.) We told Bri that no kiwi loco had come, and asked her why.

Apparently while Bri was working at the Hut (which is slang for Pizza Hut, which is where she works), she got a call from her mom. Her mom was ordering pizza to be delivered to our apartment after Bri got off work. Then her mom told her that she also was having Kiwi Loco delivered, but that we couldn't eat any of it until 11:00 tomorrow. When Bri asked her mom why she said we would find out later. Bri told us all of this and we were all so confused, so Bri called her mom and begged her to tell her what was going on. So while Bri was on the phone with her mom, the doorbell rang, and our Kiwi Loco was here! I wish I had taken a picture of it. We had 5 huge cups full of different frozen yogurt, and three little containers that had toppings in them, cookie dough, reeses, and gummy bears (which was my favorite). One of the little topping containers had a sticky note that said "Do Not Eat Until 11:00". Not five minutes had passed until Bri's friend from work brought us the pizza that her mom had ordered. So here we are, with a box full of pizza, breadsticks, and cinnamon sticks, and 5 different things of fro yo, and we aren't supposed to eat it until 11:00 the next day. The majority of us had class at that time anyway.

Bri kept asking her mom what on earth was going on, and her mom said that in her research (she is an online student and was writing a research paper about something, she wouldn't tell us what) she came across news that wasn't supposed to be shared, so she wouldn't tell us. The only thing she did tell us was to "Follow Directions!" Which meant we weren't supposed to eat it for another 12 hours! We talked about this predicament we were in for only about 3 minutes, we decided the pizza just wouldn't taste as good tomorrow and the fro yo would have a different texture after it was in the freezer all night, so we started eating! While we were eating, Bri had an epiphany about what her mom could have been talking about. You know those patience videos we have all seen where they put a marshmallow in front of a five year old and tell them not to eat it for a while. Well, in this case, the five year old is five college girls, and the marshmallow was pizza and ice cream. We totally failed at this test of patience. Bri then calls her mom to let her know that we figured out what the whole purpose for the food was. Her mom told us we were wrong.

None of us could sleep that night. You should have seen how crazy our roommate Kassie was going! All of us were worried that something terrible was going to happen Friday at 11:00. We were thinking some sort of apocalypse ending the world would take place and we would have just enough time at 11:00 to enjoy our last minutes eating pizza. That was only one guess, we made probably a hundred others as to what could happen.

So Friday morning comes along, slowly but surely, and Bri and I start to count down the hours. I leave for class at 9, reminding her we only have 2 more hours... then at 10, I text her... ONLY ONE MORE HOUR... Then at 10:55, I can hardly focus in class. Something huge is about to happen, or so we thought. 11:00 came, 11:01, 11:02, 11:03... nothing was happening. I get out of class and have a text from Bri. "The person my mom interviewed was the director of security, he told her that there was going to be some big evacuation drill so we would be in our apartment to eat the food. Sorry for any due stress, or lack of sleep! I kind of was freakin out! lol"

And that is pretty much the end of the story! We finished what was left of the pizza that afternoon, and the kiwi loco has slowly been disappearing, with help from the guys in our ward of course! And ya, thats basically it. There was no apocalypse, but we did get free pizza! So thanks Bri's mom! You're the greatest! (Except for the whole freakin us out part!)