little epiphanies

I’ve Discovered a Cure for Hiccups!

I am delighted to report that last night, I discovered that hiccups can be cured by ice cream.  I know, it sounds too good to be true, but it isn’t.  

I was in the midst of a rather schmancy night out with my bf at Chicago’s swanky Wicker Park hot spot the Violet Hour (which I always want to type as Violent Hour, which sounds like the worst bar in the world).  Suddenly, I was overcome with a monstrous case of hiccups.  This happens to me just about never.  I am prone to the singular, rather loud hiccup, but never an unstoppable string of them.  But there I was, trying to relax in my extra-high-backed armchair and sipping my delicious hot buttered rum, absolutely unable to control the squeals and honks coming from my throat.  It was the worst.  When our bartender came to check on us, I couldn’t even tell her how much I loved my two cocktails without sounding like a drunk in a cartoon.

Our cabdriver couldn’t help but laugh at me on our ride back to Lincoln Park, and when we pulled the ice cream out of the freezer at home, I was still hiccuping like a madwoman. Then it came to me.  Maybe cold will freeze the spasms in my throat.  I let my next bite of ice cream go down real slow, and lo and behold, it worked.  Instantaneously!  Not a single hiccup escaped me after that, I am happy to say.  

I feel that it’s important to spread this bit of news to as many people as I can.  It may be a cure that’s already out there, but it wasn’t one I’d heard of, and it sure beats the pants off the others, as far as deliciousness goes.