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More "girlie" activities yesterday, as my friend G needed my help on the purchase of a new pair of jeans and trainers (completely unrelated to Mardi Gras, he says, but I bet he'll be wearing them today) and I took him to about 20-odd shops. G hates shopping, I don't mind it, and I give out honest and direct (but tactful) advice. Perhaps I should just try and choose alternative, more manly ways of saying "ooh, these really compliment you in the crotch and bum department" when in communal changing rooms.
We did the whole "girls hit town" routine, complete with nice break at Starbuck$ for a smoothie, a visit at the tanning salon (he did, you ain't gonna see me in one of those turbo 15-minutes things) and a stop at Clone Zone to get advance tickets to tonight's Combat Party at Crash.