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Alrighty, so I forgot to make a post about the happiest day ever. Get this. I got to see Jamie Oliver. Oh yes, the Naked Chef! He was doing a book signing at Trafford Centre (this huge mall outside of the city). I was too cheap to buy his book so I couldn't meet him, BUT I did stand on the side and take pictures like a paparazzi/obssessed fan/mental patient. Screw all those who told me that there was no way I would see him while I was in England. Anything can happen. Hey I may even run into Morrissey at the grocery store...
And then I spent way too much money on lunch. But we finally found sushi and so we went all out. Oh god, sushi how I miss thee. It's not widely popular here and therefore bloody expensive.
Afterwards we shopped around and I bought these awesome, pointed, canvas, pseudo-cowboy strapped shoes. Hmm, hard to explain, but trust me, they are amazing.
