My salad. Note the excessive use of cheese and black olives.
Emily. She got two plates to accommodate her pasta salad. Also boobs.
I also had soup. Creamy tomato. Highly recommended.
Then fro-yo!
Me:
Emily:
After lunch she had to let out the dogs she is dogsitting. What a clusterfuck that was. There is Charles( his real name is Charlie, but Charles is so much more distinguished, who is huge and stupid. Then there is Rowdy, small and stupid. Rowdy is a Jack Russel terrier, so he just runs and runs and runs and the jumps on you. There are two cats who are identical to each other. Luna, who just ignored me the whole time I was there, and "Other Cat," who's name we were unsure of. Other cat loved me. No I mean loved me. Emily told me how mean he was and how he would come over and slap her when she was sleeping. He just trotted over to me and started to give me little kisses. He also did that cute nose-rubby thing that cats do. I swear to God he tried to jump in my purse as we were leaving. I don't blame him. Those dogs are nuts.
Proof:
That first one is Other Cat.
Then my camera died.
After the menagerie I went home and took a nap. Then I went to watch rock n roll. But we were cheap so we didn't actually go inside to watch. After a while the potential for alcohol won out so we went to the bar. The district has changed a lot (WTF is with the blue lights?). There was a woman there who I was pretty sure was a prostitute. She wasn't wearing much, and she definitely wasn't wearing panties. I know because she was playing pool and bent over the table. More than once.
The District still has the best jukebox in town.
Next time: Birthday parties for babies (Mexican style)!
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