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Like any ant in a new colony, I'm trying to meet other civilians. Tonight I stopped by at a Jewish singles event at a local Synagogue. Let's just say I was the youngest person there by at least ten years. I wasn't in the mood, so I quickly left, bought a quart (Safeway ran out of pints) of Dulche de Leche ice cream and went home to eat it, alone. My roommate left today for two nights for company training in Chicago. Oh, and I graduated Boot Camp today at work so this ice cream is also a celebration dessert. And now I'm off to meet Max for a late night rendezvous (tea) at a 24-hour diner-like place. I say diner-like because California is definitely lacking a Land and Sea (a Jersey diner).
Want more? Go home.
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