ich bin ein auslander

Still haven’t found any downside to owning a Vespa, other than the probable death through sideswiping. In fact, we’ve discovered yet another perk - we can get away without paying for parking at 3rd Street Promenade. The motorcyle spaces in the parking garages are right next to the exit, just out of the line of sight from the pay booths. Since we end up there at least once a week, I figure we’re saving a good $150 a year. Rode it down to our regular hermit lunch since Wendy was stuck in Burbank. There was no female presence at the hermit lunch for the first time in awhile, so talk degraded down to computer crap. Oh well, it’s good to be a complete geek every once in awhile.

Dinner was at one of our favorite restaurants, Fritto Misto. Mmmm, cajun seared chicken. Had dinner with our ex-neighbors who went off, got married, bought a house and a dog and are most likely planning on popping out little ones. Some of you may best remember Darren as the off-screen gay lover who appeared as an on-screen decapitated head in an episode of CSI… or not. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to keep the head. How cool would that have been?

We are still doing our best to avoid the two heinous tasks that we simply must do in the very near future - a) going to the DMV and b) shopping for a new car. I’m going to attempt to sucker Wendy into doing b today. Hopefully she won’t read this before I lure her into the car with a false promise of sushi for lunch and then drive to a dealership. Bahahhaha, evil, evil..

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