Yogurtland.

Last June, my sister’s good friend and former roommate—Raechel—came up with Liz for my grad party. As part of my gift, Raechel gave me a five and a thank you card addressed to her, thanking her for the money to go to Yogurtland. I had previously been told that I had to go there, and now I had no choice.

My card and money from Raechel.

Well, my RA and I were trying to think of something to do, and when she heard that I hadn’t been to Yogurtland yet, she decided that we had to go. We got two of my other friends, Charlie and Kyle, to come with us. We hopped in my RA’s car, and it wasn’t long before we were in La Habra outside of this beautiful building:

Beautiful.

Once inside, we got out taste-testing cups and started to decide what we wanted. Now, for those of you from Minnesota or somewhere else were buying fro-yo is a completely foreign concept to you—please allow me to explain how it works.

First, you take a cup. Once you’ve decided what flavors you would like, you put as much as you would like into said cup.

Step One.

After you have your fro-yo, you head to the topping counter. You can take as much as you would like of any of the toppings that they have to offer.

Step Two.

Finally, you set your fro-yo on the scale, and they weight it for you. Most fro-yo places are 30 cents an ounce.

Step Three.

And there you are. Now you can enjoy your fro-yo. I had New York Cheesecake fro-yo with some fruit toppings on one half of my cup, and the other half had coffee fro-yo with some chocolate fixings. It was delicious. This final photo pretty much captures the whole night. I had so much fun.

I love Charlie and Kyle in this picture.