Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Gelato!
We made it to the free gelato with the help of a befuddled and inebriated hitchhiker. We picked her up, drove 20 minutes out of our way to drop her off, and insisted that she have some ice cream. She snuck off into the night before our drugged gelato kicked in and we sold her to slavers. Or before we hit on her hard core, and the delicious dessert made refusing awkward.
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Speaking of Gelato, I started reading that running book. I hate that it is, at least in part, a self help book. I am skimming the "running makes me roar" bits.
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