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.