Tuesday night after bartending class, I met up with Christi (flip flop girl) at a charged-by-weight, make-your-own frozen yogurt place called Cherry On Top in Diamond Bar. She drove all the way there from her meeting in LA and I drove there from my class in Cypress and we pulled up about 20 seconds apart. That’s what you call synchronization! I’d told her about the shop over dinner Monday night, saying that the first time I’d gone in there, I’d instantly thought, “Christi would love to see this.” The decor is like teeny bopper chic done up in the cutsy Sanrio way. Round stainless steel table with swanky swivel-out round seats in the middle, giant clear plastic cherries rain from the ceiling over the main table, lit up from within, circular cushions attached sideways to the walls like big naugahyde buttons, all tables aglow from light within the patterned frosted glasstops. Flat screen TVs playing MTV (Tila Tequila was on) mounted high on the walls.

Christi instantly whipped out her camera and retreated to the far end of the room and started focusing away. One of the guys behind the counter strolled up to her, blocking her view, and told her that photos aren’t allowed in the place. So after we got our yogurts (hers was all tart flavors with healthy fruit toppings, I had the PMS formula of random yogurts with chocolate chip cookie dough, yogurt chips, Heath bar bits, chopped Andes chocolate mints, blueberries, and candied pecans), she sat with her back to the register counter, lined up her little digital camera to point at the center of the room, turned off her flash, and nonchalantly looking forward, she clicked the camera from underneath her arm. A few photos later, the best one was unfortunately blocked by some weird shadow in the corner. I pushed her to post it anyway (she was preparing for the debut of her upcoming Food Blog).

After the yogurt, she asked how far I lived from Diamond Bar, and the navigation device told us just over 8 miles, so she came over and visited Dodo. Just as she’d previously said, she loves all things furry (and it’s a rare animal that’s furrier than Dodo with his dense otter-like fur coat) despite the fact that she’s allergic to cats. She instantly befriended Dodo and as he meowed his side of the conversation at her and rubbed his face into her hand, she cooed greetings at him and commented on how soft he was in between sneezes. After the visit, she had a long drive back to LA but I was happy she finally met the other significant fuzzy boy in my life!