Sometime last year, Monday nights became one of my favorite nights of the week.

I know, Mondays? It’s weird, right?

But last semester Monday night became not just another night devoted to all the homework that didn’t get done over the weekend. Monday nights became “5-0 and Fro-Yo” nights.

In the fall, my friends got in the T.V. show, Hawaii 5-0. I had class, so I would meet them and catch the last twenty minutes. Its hardly amazing television, but it’s the PERFECT Monday night show. There’s no thinking involved and the scenery is gorgeous.

Then, I got an ice cream maker for my birthday. The instructions for making frozen yogurt: put yogurt in bowl and turn on machine. Twenty minutes later, you have frozen yogurt. Well, it’s normally more of the consistency of a milkshake. It’s not the world’s strongest ice cream maker. But it’s still delicious.

It was only natural then when last February we decided to combine two of our favorite things: Hawaii 5-0 and Frozen Yogurt, and then adorably abbreviated it “5-0 and Fro-Yo.”

And then a funny thing happened, those Monday nights became really important to us. It sounds cheesy, but it wasn’t about the television show or the frozen yogurt, it was about us spending that time together. As the semester went on, and our schedules grew crazier and the book piles grew ever taller, we still always had that time together.

It became our own mini-tradition.

So in about an hour, you’ll find me curled on the coach with five friends and a lot of frozen yogurt cheering for out heroes to take out whoever the bad guy is this week.