Jun and I are so bromantic. He had some business to do in SF so he took the Cal-Train up, did his business and met up with me at work. He brought his bike because he knows I’m obsessed. So we trekked the 6-mile route back to Kate’s and my apartment. I noticed he was getting dehydrated, not quite used to biking with varying slopes and all of that, so I stopped over at Rite-Aid and bought him a Powerade.
We bonded over the MySpace version for registered sex offender and shared several laughs while we waited in between times Kate needed our help baking three cakes.
He also biked in with me to work since the studio and Cal-Train are both along the Embarcadero. Few words were exchanged until we biked through the Tenderloin. “Isn’t this were all those sex offenders are?” You are damn right, Jun. We chuckled in unison.
The two of us equal total bromance.