Ice cream and putty

Met up with Dan, gave him a gift—a big tin of purple Silly Putty, so now he’s got something socially acceptable and healthy to do with his hands instead of smoking or fiddling with tableware. We ate at the Rosebud, then went to Denise’s and had ice cream. Mmm… cheesecake ice cream. Huge amounts for $3 too.

(I wish I could be a dyke. Especially a cute one. I probably wouldn’t be able to come up with enough drama, though.)