Quick thoughts on Saturday in Stockton with Mom and Mark:
- The Denny’s at Charter Way and I-5 is in fact the Denny’s from hell. And our waitress was bad sitcom material.
- Introducing Mom to a current accessory was amazingly drama-free, which speaks volumes about both of them.
- I rarely find a lot of stuff in Stockton thrift stores, but when I do find something, it’s really fucking cool. Pictures to follow.
- Sucking face in the men’s room was a wonderful thing, but it only served to make my current sexual frustration about ten times worse.
- Wow. Who knew there were Simpsons cereals available?
I think I coughed up most of the remnants of my cold-allergy thing on Saturday morning, but there may be a little more on Sunday morning. Sorry for the vivid image; I’ll try to be more subtle if further updates are required…
Now, having forced Mom to sit through Harry and Tonto (I like it, Dan likes it, and that’s endorsement enough), I’m gonna have a wank and go to sleep. I probably won’t be fantasizing about Art Carney…