November 2nd, 2005
Last night we realized neither of us had anything scheduled today, so I shaved (using the shaving gel that makes Julie wild), we spruced up after the day, and leapt into bed early. Where we proceed to spend the next several hours...
talking about exes and plans and dreams and ancient embarassing experiences and every job we ever had and where we are and where we want to be and what we want to change and what we want to appreciate. That's what you get when you (in Julie's case) have a Pepsi with dinner after drinking little or no Pepsi for a few weeks, or, in my case, have a double short Americano at 7:30 to stay awake through class.
The plan to just stay awake talking until the Original Pancake House opened was thwarted by actual sleep, however.
This afternoon, we found out I've been terribly remiss in not yet introducing Julie to downtown Fremont. Good heavens! So there we strolled, after crossing the 41st St. footbridge. After a review of just about every restaurant in downtown Fremont (at least 50% of which are Thai) we settled on Mad Pizza, followed by dessert at Postmark Gelato, both of which were scrumptious. Yeah!
Now we are back home, being po-mo and having a simultaneous bloggasm as we each post about these experiences.
|Date:||November 3rd, 2005 01:41 am (UTC)|| |
You did show her the troll and the stone bus-riders?
Yes, the troll and Lenin. No to "Waiting for the Interuran" or the Rocket. We walked right underneath the rocket, in fact, without noticing it, which Julie refused to believe. Guess we'll have to go back and look at those things. Yeah!
|Date:||November 5th, 2005 03:07 am (UTC)|| |
Probably pretty redundant to say that love is bliss...but yeah....It is.
Sounds like a great day.