So Jean calls, says she's coming over with Nick. I close down all the windows and go look for a pair of paints & socks.

They drive up, I get my gear together and hop into the Durango.

We don't know where we'r going, however. Nick's got a hankering for lemonade, Jean's not really hungry, per se. Somehow, we end up at the Cheesecake Factory in the Sherman Oaks Galleria. Despite the fact that I'm was thinking this evening was going to go the way of our last CF outing, I somehow decide to start having a decent enough time. Due to not having eaten all day and from having stomach-related issues earlier while the sun was out, I'm starving. The wait is only about a cigarette long, but it seems like a while. They tell us a table outside is going to be another ten minutes, so Jean decides on an inside one while Nick's in the restroom. Our waiter looks like Moby and fills us up with bread. I order a rediculously massive BBQ burger; huge mistake. Jean's got some kind of sweet corn patty-things that they have the nerve to stick the world "tamale" next to...even if they are kinda tasty. Nick, of course, has lemonade. As is Our Thing, we catch up on not a whole lot, joke here, chat there. It's not bad, all things considered, though I really wish I hadn't spent the cash (I still have to buy new jeans, y'know). In theory, we'll spend Saturday watching the Star Trek, The Motion Picture DVD and meeting her friend Christie, but we'll see how that goes.

Fuck, I'm tired...