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So yeah.. you guys can look if you want, but there are alot of pictures and I apologize for the assorted ... large sizes and such. blah.
So I got to katie's house and... she had just gotten out of the shower, so I made us even later by taking pictures. Then it was off to pick up Liz to begin our journey which I like to title Operation: Not San Diego. First stop: The Vu; to see if Peaches is loitering outside. Shockingly, she was not present. I wonder if she's one of the uglies? Then it was a good 20 minutes of happy lost-ness driving around and taking shoddy pictures of the skyline. We of course had to stop at the sculpture garden once we finally figured out where we had ended up. There's the cherry on the spoon which I particularly like in sketch mode. Liz is getting eaten by the back-hoe. There's that... domey thing.... and then katie and I having fun in the wall. Last was the picture in picture sculpture. Quite nice. Then we went into or down to or up to.. whatever. We went to Uptown for lunch because there was a nice chorus of growling. We got a parking meter and put quarters in for an hour and a half. That's right.... a whole buck-fiddy. As we're doing this, some creepy man walks up to my car, walks back to his and speeds away. creeeeeepy. Erm, we walked to panera where another creepy man pointed out how young liz was and was just all around strange. Mm... good food. BUT, ceasar sald gives you bad breath so we were off in search of some minty good refreshments when what to my wondering eyes had appeared? But of course, it was a green glowing orb of coffee chain goodness. Off to starbucks we went. There was the display and... what is that? SCORE! "Vanilla" gum on the top shelf. wootage. Then... there may have been a craving for gellatto. Mmm... we walked. We went in. We sampled some mango. It was crazy good stuff. But what is that? "Brown gellatto", you say? "What flavor?" I ask. BALSAMIC FIG?! It's a must try... and a must vomit. eww. Don't try it. NASHTY. Alas... our day of fun was over with the last lickin of a gellatto scoop. I would say it was just grand. Back to the car which had only 3 minutes left on the meter. Who's good? We are. That's right.
