Spoils.

There are certain things in this world I can’t resist. They are simple things, things that I may have more in common with a 12-year-old boy than a woman my own age, but eh. At least they aren’t the typical interests of a 12-year-old girl. That would be cause for alarm, surely.

And here they are, in no particular order (I’ve never been very good at hierarchies. I hate the titles “best” friend, “favorite” food or book, etc. I find it limiting.):

Cheap books
Comics
Food (particularly sushi or Mexican food, and now almost anything with bleu cheese)
Anything that has Batman on it, with the exceptions of the current animated Batman incarnation and the Adam West version. No thanks.

These four loves of my life are the reason I am currently broke, but there are worse things to spend my money on, like clothes and shoes. And clubs. And bars. All of which can be fun, but eh, the pleasure is most definitely fleeting.

While Emily, Randy and Amanda were here, I showed them around town, and inevitably we ended up at a couple of comics shops and a half-price bookstore. Thus, I purchased a fair amount of items I probably could have waited on.

Here are my spoils from their visit:

“The Spirit: Femme Fatales” by Will Eisner, a collection of stories about The Spirit’s female foes.
The first two issues of “X-Men Noir.”
“The Dark Knight” T-shirt featuring the Joker saying “How about a magic trick?”
Another T-shirt with an irresistibly beefy Batman running toward the lucky viewer.
A “Watchmen” poster of Rorschach.
A book of Transylvanian folk tales.
Copies of “Alice in Wonderland” and “Through the Looking Glass” for my cousin.
The most recent issue of Wizard magazine containing a story about Neil Gaiman’s Batman story.
Chocolate ice cream in a chocolate-dipped waffle cone from Ghirardelli Square.
Clam chowder in a bread bowl from Boudin.
A bacon bleu cheese burger from Joe’s Cable Car.
A coffee milkshake from Joe’s Cable Car.
A crab melt from Fenton’s Creamery.

Gah. Visitors are expensive, but I think a great time was had by all.

I hadn’t seen Emily for nearly a year before she came to visit, and although I was a bit apprehensive at first because of that huge lapse of time, it was fantastic nonetheless.

It felt almost as if we’d never really been apart, even though most of the things we reminisced about occurred more than two years ago.

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Now I feel as if this entry has gone on for far too long.

FIN.