Below is the completely out-of-the-blue though not especially uncommon text message that I fielded from Sam as I was climbing into bed last night.
As the brief exchange above might've foreshadowed, I accompanied my dear pal on a shopping trip to the Castro after work this evening and now a great many bytes of my iPhone's memory are used up by pictures like this.
To be clear, none of said pictures were captured on the sly. No, Sam just likes to see every angle before deciding whether or not to purchase an item of clothing. And honestly, if he weren't thirty years too young for me I probably would've enjoyed my role as his shopping sidekick slash butt photographer even more than I did. Still, I can think of worse ways to spend a Monday night.