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Scenes from SF
May. 8th, 2006 11:11 pmSo I called ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
qbear up just moments ago and told him that I had made appointments with both my dentist and my optometrist.
"Are they checking your eyeteeth?" he asked.
Earlier today, we were on the bus when a young man gets on, resplendent in a crisp lavender shirt, designer eyeglasses and pressed black pants, and carrying a patterned Louis Vuitton man-purse. When he sat down and pulled out an issue of GQ from the purse, I thought Jack was going to bust a gut.
Later on, after we'd reached BART, I was telling Jack about my idea for a knock-off line of man-purses (called "Ptooey Spittoon") when he spotted the young dandy conversing with another guy.
"Look, he has a little friend," Jack said. "Also with too much product in his hair."
qbear up just moments ago and told him that I had made appointments with both my dentist and my optometrist."Are they checking your eyeteeth?" he asked.
Earlier today, we were on the bus when a young man gets on, resplendent in a crisp lavender shirt, designer eyeglasses and pressed black pants, and carrying a patterned Louis Vuitton man-purse. When he sat down and pulled out an issue of GQ from the purse, I thought Jack was going to bust a gut.
Later on, after we'd reached BART, I was telling Jack about my idea for a knock-off line of man-purses (called "Ptooey Spittoon") when he spotted the young dandy conversing with another guy.
"Look, he has a little friend," Jack said. "Also with too much product in his hair."
