Look at the size of that guy's log!!

I finally went out to eat, for the first time in the nearly three weeks I've been back in London, and a small group of us ended up in Chinatown. Our friend Masako showed us a place she had been to before, and we ended up dining there as they had a fairly reasonable dinner special going on. I selected the roast duck in plum sauce and, as I was feeling very adventurous, used chopsticks throughout almost my entire meal. Huzzah for me!

Afterwards we all went to a pretty good Chinese bakery to get some after-dinner sweets, where I purchased a Chestnut cake. It isn't circular like we normally think of cakes, but rather it is a rolled up log of cake and filling, very similar in structure to the Little Debbie Swiss Rolls, except it isn't frosted. So, basically, it is a light green log about 10 inches long and about five inches thick, and after purchasing it the clerk put it in a red bag and we all made our way towards home, our purchases in each of our hands.

Along the way we passed a store that bills itself as the "Largest Licensed Sex Store in Europe." Well alright! We all take a spin through there, to the delight of everyone in the group. I am truly astounded by what people can and apparently will purchase in sex stores. There was underwear that contained an inward-turned dildo in the rear so, well, you know, you can have it inside you all day long. And that was just the beginning. There was bondage and fantasy gear, inflatable women, the whole works. The needle just went past "Awesome" and straight to "Outrageous".

Needless to say, we didn't buy anything at this place, but as we left onto one of the busier streets of London, I noticed we were all holding red bags, making it look for all the world like we had just stocked up. Furthermore, I realized that the outline of my Chestnut cake inside my bag made it appear as if I had just purchased one massive phony wiener at the sex shop. Even though, you know, I hadn't actually bought one, I still felt that some people may have thought I did. So, I did the only thing I could in that situation...I had to strut around like I was mega-pimp number, and fake that I wasn't the least bit embarassed to have just purchased a colossal weenie at the sex-shop, and I was very, very excited to get home and try it out.