This is my day off. I must make the most of it.
As if I don’t spend enough time at the mall, I spent an estimated 3.5 hours in the Rivertown vicinity today.
My day started at IHOP promptly at 12:04 (I was supposed to arrive at 12:02, but was running a wee bit late). I explained to Kate why I think Christians are dicks, while at the same time, noting of Mars Hill’s good intentions.
The platter of pancakes I expected turned out to be a dinky plate with not enough bananas. I did, however, get an enormous helping of hash browns, which were very hashy, thank you.
Although I promised not to tempt myself with shopping extravagance, we ventured inside the mall despite my hesitations. I failed in some respect. I ended up buying underwear on sale at Old Navy. This action could be easily justified with the fact that I hate, hate, hate buying underwear. It is overpriced and an unnecessary purchase. As a result, the majority of my underwear is what my mom has bought me and the leftover from high school when my skinny ass was still fitting into the kids department. I was also running out at home and was not in the mood to do laundry anytime soon.
I managed to get out without any other purchase, although I was pretty damn close to buying some shiny Adidas running shoes that were on sale (what? they were shiny!).
With the rest of my day I decided to bike to the library to return books, CDs and a DVD (the Grand Rapids Library aka the biggest blessing ever has turned out to be the source of all my entertainment). However, the geeks on the Web site did not inform me that instead of closing at 5:30, the library was closed all day.
My next plan of action was to venture down Division with my pink and purple Elementary school bike. On my way I found a half full pop can on the street for my taking. So I dumped the rest down Division and plopped it in my purse. This now brings the found pop can total up to 24.
My destination was the ever-exciting Vertigo record store. I was bored so I looked at cheap CDs, schmoozed with some hipsters, found a CD with a song I liked in high school, realized I had bad taste in high school, posed with the owner’s bike to be put up on Craig’s List and browsed some more. I heard the owner smashing rumors about the store going down and explaining how the digital age has hurt the store but not enough to put it out of business. I still felt bad, so I bought a Cake album for $5.99. I really didn’t want to buy anything else today, but I can’t bear to see my favorite downtown hang out go down.
I rode my bike down Division toward my street. Heard some homeless man yelling “Hey Sweetheart!” I ignored him. Although, it did sound like one of the homeless guys I know. Regardless, my name is not Sweetheart and I will not respond to such a term.
Tonight is Saget Sunday. An appropriate day to hold a roast for Bob Saget since there were those rumors going around that Bob Saget is God. Since then, the Web site has been shut down. But I still believe.
