I got a chocolate ice cream cone on the boardwalk Saturday night. It was less of a treat and more of a confectionary grenade. It was coated in both chocolate and multi-colored sprinkles which began to fall away from the ice cream as I walked and scattered like sugary shrapnel in the wind.By the time I had walked a few blocks my entire right hand and most of my right leg were dripping in chocolate. It was like a fudge-filled Stephen King movie. I looked like I had pulled the chocolate heart out of the Easter bunny and was devouring his soul while he looked on in horror. The only option in the end was to cut my losses and remove the majority of the ice cream and then deep throat the cone to remove any evidence of this crazy idea of eating ice cream after dark. After all that sugar and adventure, I could have sprinted the length of the boardwalk in a minute. Of course, by the time I got home, I was a sugar zombie girl. Yes, there was ice cream in my eyebrow and between my toes.