Side Effects Part 3: Leper

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Sunday June 15– Got up early, realized it was only 6:30, laid down to go back to sleep. Got up again at 8, and foraged for food. There really wasn't anything, but I was still full from the burger yesterday. No less blotchy, but what could I do? Ken had a protein bar, to tide him over. Larry mentioned a friend's party, where there was supposed to be food and a good view of the parade, so we headed off for there. Most of the food was gone by the time we got there, though, and it was probably a little too crowded. We had a drink there, and I chatted with a lawyer, and then we walked over to another party, which had some pastries, nuts and dried fruit. Everyone from that party walked with us down to the parade, and into the Aussiebum store. There were some nice clothes there, but they weren't having any kind of sale or anything, and it was nothing I couldn't get online for significantly cheaper. Millions of Milkshakes was across the way, and I thought about going in, but ended up not. It just wasn't that appealing. Ken was pretty hungry, so the boys walked us over to a Salad restaurant...In retrospect, I probably should have had the Happy Vegan, but I'm just not a fan of salad. Ah, well. After the boys ate, we were walking back towards the parade and Mike and Larry got pulled into a bar by some friends. We needed to be heading out anyway, so it was actually kind of convenient. I should have eaten a Clif Bar before the trip, but I was depressed over my spots. Kenny was still there when we got back, and mentioned that I looked like I had gotten too much sun up in LA. It was about dinner time, so we unpacked, and walked over to Loving Hut, only to find them closed on Sundays. :-( Called in an order to Mandarin Dynasty instead, which was yummy, even if I did eat too much of it. When I logged onto Facebook, I got the rather shocking news that Wyatt's roommate, Stuart, had died. Crazy. I felt kind of bad – Ken wanted to cuddle, I guess to mitigate how hideous I felt, or to try to make me feel a little less like a leper. Even though I knew I wasn't contagious or anything though, I've never felt so disgusted with myself in my life, and that's saying something, so I just couldn't bear to be touched.