I had totally posted another entry that mysteriously disappeared about how I saw my friend Joey Sakic at the mall again! The new mall, not the old mall, and about how I had been transfered from the stroller pushin’, suv drivin’, suburbanite soccer mom mecca of Park Meadows Mall which I suspect closely resembles my personal hell, to the upscale, urban, Cherry Creek Mall, home of the trendy, tatooed, pretentious, often homosexual, metropolitan dweller. Which is still hell, but in this version I want to get in but there is a velvet rope and the bouncer tells me I’m under-dressed.
Anywhoo.. I have no idea what Joey was shopping for this time, he was waiting to get on the elevator that I was getting off of. But I can’t help but wonder why this guy who’s a frickin’ millionaire can’t get some body else to do his shopping. Shouldn’t he be on the back nine? I think he was with his wife this time which I’m sure explains it. Not even 8 million a year gets you outta going to the mall with the wife -bummer.
I don’t know what else I talked about in my missing entry, but no doubt it was inspired, genious, and totally coherent. And now its lost forever. Damn.