12.6

I remember coming here to try on some dresses for prom one year in high school. There was a locally owned store in here that sold fancy dresses. It was basically a thrift shop for high school girls in the spring and fall. And it was certainly tiny. They had it stuffed full of frilly skirts and the walls were lined with silk and sparkle. I didn’t want any of that, though. I wanted something simple. But apparently, simple is the most expensive.. and hardest to find in my size.

This “mall” is really just a hallway lined with more stores in the center of a larger strip mall. I’ve always thought that to be funny. They thought of themselves as a completely separate unit. I guess it would have been fine, had they been a thriving community. Instead, I rarely saw more than 3 open stores/businesses in there. And I don’t know when, but practically every business in this whole area went under. Expect Secretary of State. Those fuckers drain money out of citizens.

I never bought anything from this dress shop. There really wasn’t anything I’d wear. But I did get a few hilarious pictures. One in particular of my rear in a weird stringy mesh thing. And thinking back, I’m pretty sure I went shopping with my Grandma. How weird is that. So, I’ll just edit that memory to replace her with my bestie. That sounds so much better.

8.15

I remember meeting a boy here for lunch. It must’ve been a day that I was out at school, as I wouldn’t drive this far just to see someone for a few minutes. But it wasn’t too far into the dense city streets, so I definitely was okay with making a quick trip to get to know a new guy. There was nothing all that significant about that lunch. He brought a friend, so it wasn’t all that intimate or intriguing.

I did later meet a boyfriend of the time here for some food. I can’t really remember why, but that’s not the point. It was the drive there that I unfortunately recall. I know I was coming from classes, because I was killing some time before I had to be at an awards ceremony later in the evening. It was a warm spring day, and the traffic was starting to pile up. I began noticing my car idling a little rough, but didn’t think anything of it; the rapid weather change in this area is ridiculous. It wasn’t until I was heading back to my awards ceremony that I saw Bianca running hotter than usual. I was worried about driving home, as I lived about an hour away, but I had a friend willing to follow me. Sure enough, I barely leave the parking lot later that night, and she starts spewing white smoke. Bye-bye, head gasket.

Stupid dinner date.