On Monday night I jumped into a pool filled with sprinkles, received a call from Seth Rogen on an "ice cream hotline" and ate a lot of delicious ice cream.
Where was I, you ask? A pop-up exhibition in the Los Angeles Arts District called The Museum of Ice Cream.
The plastic sprinkles from the pool somehow lingered on you long after leaving. I found one when I was washing my hair the next morning.
And if you're wondering how to find the entrance to the Museum of Ice Cream, the trail of sprinkles lining the ground will most certainly give it away.
Unfortunately, you don't really learn anything about ice cream here... but you do get to eat some.
Pictured above is charcoal infused cookie dough. Mmm.
This place is an Instagram-machine. There's not a single area dubbed unworthy of a photo, and I think that's kind of the point.
The pun game was real strong in the California room. I think Vanessa Fudgens takes the cake, or um, ice cream in this case?
Spongy pink pancakes sandwiching a vanilla scoop of ice cream? OK.
Loved all the colors in this room!
It's not too often you say this after visiting a museum, but I think I need to hit the gym now.