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Occasionally I mention my friend Summer and I’ve decided to tell you about her and a few of the adventures that we have together.

Summer and I are the same age but she hasn’t been hiding in school for most of her adult life.  That is, unlike me, since graduating from university Summer has been a responsible tax-paying citizen with a full-time job.  As such, she could probably buy and sell me ten times over and still have enough left over for a trip to the moon for some cheese.  She dotes on her 300 year old brown lab Marty, is fond of funky interior design, and even though her parents are Scottish and Palestinian, has a posh English accent that would put Queen Elizabeth to shame.  We both have crazy curly hair and are known to have scientific discussions about hair products.  We can also be heard ranting about hair dressers who scold us instead of doing what they’re told.  You may even hear us singing the song “I WILL FOLLOW HIM” from Sister Act as loud as we can in a strong Eastern European accent.  BECAUSE WE CAN.  Summer rocks and I want to be her when I grow up. She’s my Scotistinian sister and I recommend you go out and get yourselves one right away.

Summer frequently has business trips to Jakarta (as you do) and brought me back a very fun gift from the shop at the lush Hotel Mulia.  CHOCOLATE SHOES!!:

She actually gave them to me a couple of months ago for watching Marty while she was away.  I’ve been saving them for a special occasion.  An evening of wine and gin and tonics seemed special enough for both of us.  Note Adam in the background pointedly ignoring our girly squeals:

There was a great deal of ceremony involved in the REVELATION OF THE SHOES.  We seemed to both implicitly agree that things of such beauty should not be taken for granted:

But dammit, in the end we were still female and they were still chocolate: 

While Summer was busily enjoying her chocolate shoe, I bit into mine and felt the urge to gag.

Me: Um… mine doesn’t taste right
Summer: Mine’s great!
Me: Mine tastes like cheese.
Summer: Cheese?  Mine tastes like white chocolate.
Me: Mine’s green on the inside.  Is your green on the inside?
Summer: No, but I’m sure that’s just some strange Indonesian filling.
Me: Do they fill their chocolate with mold in Indonesia?
Summer: Oh, it can’t be…
(I pass the shoe around to be sniffed by Adam and Summer)
Adam: *sniff* Yeah, that’s bad.
Summer: *sniff* Oh, GOD.
Me: GROSS! I CAN’T BELIEVE I ATE THAT!… Where’s my camera?

While I tried my luck with another shoe, Summer was suitably grossed out on my behalf:

The moral of the story is:
If someone gives you chocolate shoes, eat them right away.
Words to live by.  I should be a philosopher.  Nicfucius.

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