drove down sunset through west hollywood turned left at rodeo drive and then right on santa monica to century city.
some ass changed the name of the century city mall to westfield mall.
the dot com that i worked at had its start in century city right there on avenue of the stars. we would eat lunch in the swanky outdoor mall every afternoon. that was in the summer of ’98. an eternity ago, to me.
it’s 840pm and two of the showings are sold out. somehow they create a 930pm show and we buy tickets and hang out in the bretannos where chris got drew barrymore’s autograph for ashley. she also got one for me.
ashley (not pictured) gets very excited when she realizes that drew was in the same place that she is at. very excited.
get popcorn, two large sodas and a bag of sour gummi bears. $15. back in 98 a week before i got the job at the dot com i had a date with a girl where i invited her to my house to drink the only coke that was in our fridge. $15 would have lasted me a week.
spill some of the popcorn at the door while trying to show the 36 year old usher my stub, he yells, tania! tania! i say, dont worry about it. he says, you dont want a new popcorn? no. no thanks.
as i get older i start falling asleep easier. eating, drinking, smoking, snacking, and holding ashleys hand in the theatre with a pleasant movie on made me very very drowsy. in a good way. “austin powers in goldmember” is a good solid movie. totally fun. very funny. sexy. predictable. a touch offensive. and head and shoulders better than 98% of what you can see at the movies nowadays.
mike myers is in top form. beyonce isnt bad, and mini me steals the show, again.
we take the ten home, stopping off at mcdonalds for an oreo mcflurry.
we get into the house.
turn on the slow jams.
turn off the kitchen light.