A
good day.
Woke up at 1:15 PM, decided it was WAY to early and went back to sleep
for another hour.
Woke up at 2:15 PM, had some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and got dressed.
Drove to the library and told them that when I had borrowed Donnie
Brasco, I arrived home to find that inside the case was a copy of Lion
King 2: Simba's Pride. The librarian was nice enough to hunt down
the right video and switch them back.
Went to Blockbuster Video, returned Taxi Driver and Raging Bull.
Went to see if they had American History X, but it was still out.
Went to the Broadway Mall. Walked down to Foot Locker, got
a nice new pair of Sketchers that were on sale. I've been a Nike
man for years, but the heels of my last four pairs have all gotten worn
down and ripped...I don't know if it's just the way I walk or not, but
that was enough to break my brand loyalty. Hopefully this new pair
will hold up.
On the way back to the car, I stopped by upstairs where the movie theater
is. I noticed the elevator, the one back by the skylight and the
front of the mall. It struck me that no one ever had any cause to
take that elevator, because it was so damn far out of the way. I
started reminiscing about the last time I had ever walked up by there,
and realized it was when they had first done all the renovations to the
mall and put the movie theater in on the second level--back in 1994, when
I was 14. I remembered how beautiful the whole level was right after
it had all been completed, and how pretty the whole food court area looked
during the afternoon with the sun shining through the skylight by the
elevator. I remembered how cool we thought it was that they had put
the elevator in. I remembered that we never took the elevator again
after that day.
I took the elevator downstairs.