what a wash. the plan for the day: go to a shopping center where we could buy some shorts (cause it’s summer and hot, see?) and see A.I. at the same time. a simple and easily fulfilled plan. unless you’re in LA. we decided to go see the movie first, and oh man, was that disappointing. honestly, a really great idea gone terribly wrong. at well over two hours, i was ready for it to be done about 90 minutes in. but it just kept going! i won’t spoil it for you in case you persist on seeing this blasted film, but i can at least warn you against it. so that part of the plan didn’t work out as i’d hoped. then, we try to find some place in this shopping center to get some clothes, but of course we’re in century city in LA, which is probably the preppiest mall i’ve ever seen, so there are no stores with either good or reasonably priced shorts, just a bunch of tommy gear, polo wear, etc… yikes. so we spent far too long seeing a bad movie, and got no new clothes, and as i see it wasted most of an afternoon.

two points of comfort though: we went to the red dragon afterwards an got a very tasty and reasonably priced two item combo for a mere 4.05! love the red dragon. so bringing a fat plate of chinese food and eating it while watching batman the animated series, that was one point of comfort. the other was that i think i was totally hit on by a guy working at the movie theatre. i was standing in line and one of the cashiers in another line a few spaces over was kinda staring at me. i thought nothing of it, but then i stepped up to my cashier to buy my ticket. while she was ringing it up i turned and saw this guy still looking at me, so i gave him the polite male nod of recognition. then he winked at me and smiled, and i walked away into the theatre. now, i’m not gay so far as i know, and i have no moral or social objections to homosexuality, but how does one react in that situation? beats me. it still feels good to know that someone likes what they see, i guess. funny thing is, i never seem to get any girls winking at me in public places . . .