After a super dope meal and two pitchers of something incredibly potent at Pesce in the Castro earlier tonight, Greg, Bevan and I wandered into the Safeway on Market Street to purchase snacks to consume while watching the season one finale of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt and while we were there the two of them wandered the aisles giggling and collecting junk food and acting oh-so-goofy while I kept my shit together and babysat (and also took pictures).


You really can't take middle-aged men anywhere.