Day 29

This being the last week in San Jose, I've been trying to milk it as much as possible; that is, I've been with Brian approximately 10 hours of the day, everyday. While a good portion of our togetherness is spent cuddling in bed, we sometimes go out to see the sunlight.

Today, for example, we went out to a bunch of plazas in search of a pair of dress shoes and sandals for Brian's college needs. Looking for sandals shouldn't be hard...unless you're trying to find non-thong sandals. We traveled to three different plazas in search of sandals and eventually found some at Sports Authority for a whopping twenty bucks. Ridiculous, in my opinion, but they were Nike. Sure.

Anyway, in the plaza where Sports Authority lay, we found a little Fish n' Chips shop. Much fish-and-chip consumption thereby occurred.

Well, I actually got a chicken sandwich and Brian got a fish sandwich. Pictured to the side is my chicken sandwich, with the fries smothered in tartar and ketchup (I like my disgusting condiments; in fact, I feel most foods are simply vehicles to deliver condiments).

Later on, with full bellies and the daunting prospect of dinner ahead (steak, sausage, and fries...damn, should have skipped the fish and chips), we passed by a new Nob Hill on Santa Teresa. For the past month that its been ready, we told ourselves that we'd visit but we'd remember just as we passed by. This is the first time we actually followed through. Cross that off the list and all we've got left to do to complete the Gay Agenda is to convince the world that Crocs are a blasphemy. Yes, the world is clearly ours. Surrender your tube socks!

We bought some ice cream: Ben & Jerry's Fossil Fuel. I bought it for the Dino-bits. It's still sitting in Brian's freezer, untouched.