Onward.

Woke up Sunday this past morning to the phone call telling me it was time for breakfast. I didn't hesitate too much, as I recall, but I did take a few minutes to lay in the bed before getting dressed.

Jumped in the car around 11ish, somewheres, and we hit Eat Well on Sunset. Took a while to find parking, but managed eventually. (Paid for it later in an Accord covered in bird shit...) We got a seat outside, take a decade to decide what I want to eat and then another few before the order's actually taken.

Jean looks through the glass behind me, at a couple seated inside.

"God, that girl is such a Gwen Stefani wannabe!"

I turn.

"Darlin', that is Gwen Stefani. See? That's Gavin right next to her."

"Ohmigod..." she laughs, somewhat embarrassed. I chuckle and vow to print this exchange here. "I feel like such a dork!" I shake my head, "Don't worry about it."

Next door, the Den of Antiquity has several items for sale outside. One of the proprietors asks us to watch the stuff while he wanders off somewhere. We keep an eye out.

Food arrives. Hash & eggs with biscuits & gravy for her, chorizo & eggs with tortillas for me. Jean says Gavin & Gwen got their food before we did and we sat down first. I tell her it probably has something to do with the fact that we're outside, where diners are often forgotten in all but the best (or slowest) restaurants. Eat Well tends to be packed for the week-end breakfast crowd.

Somewhere near the end of our meal, Gavin & Gwen are outside talking to some aging Yuppie on a motorcycle and the guys who work at Den of Antiquity have each given us a bunch of incense for keeping watch over their wares. Jean disapproves of most of it, so the bulk is mine, despite the fact I don't particularly like most incense. Still, I'm willing to give the stuff a shot.

Our celebrities depart and our cheque is paid in short order. Jean decides to hit the fashion outlet two doors down in search of something to waste money on and emerges later with a one-strap tank-top-type thing. This purchase, however, now demands a strapless bra.

Glendale Galleria.

Nordstroms has shit, but Macy's succeeds. I field a call from The Girl and the shopping trip is mercifully cut short before I fall victim to sleep. We exit, gather, regroup.

Jean's place. I taped WWE Smackdown! from the past Thursday and the girls wanted to watch it, so there we were, munching on Ruffles, drinking soda and making wisecracks.

Jean's moving to a new place, closer to my current house. We check it out after a trip to Burrito King, 'cause the girls somehow didn't get enoug to eat. She's getting a roommate, a drop in rent somewhere around $200 or less, and a view of the reservoir. The dog stays, but the kitten has to go. If anyone wants a kitten, let me know.

Occurs to me now that I don't recall exactly how the day ended...