There isn’t much of Saturday to remember. That’s because it was raining that morning. As you know, a morning rain puts me in a coma, there’s really no fighting it. Although I woke up several times during this coma, I didn’t get out of bed for real until 1:30. Damn that’s sad. But it was nice.

And then there was shopping. What else am I supposed to do on a rainy day? Hello! But it really wasn’t that good, though I didn’t manage to find a few things I needed and eliminate some possibilities.

At least later on some friends and I managed to go out for some pool. It didn’t even matter that we were in a slightly redneck bar with a race on TV. We played some bad pool, made some bad jokes, ate some bad food, served by a bad bartender, listened to some bad music and thus ended up having a pretty good time.

Sunday
The day of rest. Once again, I got confused. Saturday was for resting, Sunday was for being retarded. After church I swing by a friend’s to cut grass. I do this in better time than I planned and thus had some time to kill before volleyball. What to do?

Do you never learn? Right. So I hadn’t been to the new mall over in Durham yet, so I head out. Overall I have to say I was impressed – by the size of the place and the variety of stores and patrons. This made for easy shopping and fun people watching. I did get one item here and then made the mistake of going into Nordstroms.

Where’s that piano music coming from? Wouldn’t you know it, Hootie was there playing the piano at the bottom of the escalator. My, how the mighty have fallen, ha. By the way, this was now the 3rd time in 3 malls I think I was getting hit on by potentially gay men (more like I was being ‘approached’ I suppose). Dammit.

So naturally I’m checking out shoes for my bloated feet. Never having luck in stores anyway, I thought it might be fun to look at shoes and imagine I had normal feet. You know, see how the other half lives. Dammit, they must be doing well, because I picked up a pair of shoes and for some reason turned them over to check the price. $303.

Holy shit. I don’t know which bothered me more – that shoes were over $150 or that they had the gall to put the extra $3 on there. At this point natural instinct took over – I slowly put the shoe back, turned and walked away quickly and quietly. Hootie was just smiling.