Tonight I went to see Julie & Julia with my brother and my friend. I have to say that right now I have a renewed excitement for a) cooking and b) blogging. Oh, and the French. I mean, I've always had this sort of excitement about all of these things, but now, after watching that movie, I am determined to be a bit more enthusiastic about these things. At least until next week, when I start school again, and I'm drowning in a sea of French homework.
But, that is not the reason I am writing tonight. No, I am drawn by a bigger magnet. I am drawn by the awkwardness of doors. Yes, you read it correctly. Doors. They have a way of being awkward. I mean think about it.
Okay, so now that you've thought about it, you agree with me, right? I thought you would see it my way. So tonight after the movie, we obviously had to leave the mall, through a door. We tried the first door....locked. We tried the second door....locked. Yikes. It was beginning to seem as if we were locked IN the mall! All of a sudden, up run some crazy teenagers laughing and pointing at us. How rude! Then they open the ONE door we had not yet tried, and let us out. It turns out that they were people we knew, so it made it a bit less uncomfortable, but it was still extremely awkward. Silly doors.
But wait, there's more! You just thought the awkwardness was over for the evening! We went to a lovely icecream store where I got Cherry Limeade sherbet (and it was delicious, as always :D) . We decided that since it was actually kind of nice outside that we would take our treats to the patio. We had to wind our way through the throngs of people (who apparently thought it was a good place to spend their Sunday night, too) and head out to the patio. We tried the door, and guess what! IT WAS LOCKED! I was beginning to think that no one really wanted us to use these doors! So we decided it was best to sit in a booth inside and not make ourselves look even weirder by pounding on the door or trying in vain to push it open.
As we were leaving, we decided it would be really funny if the front doors were locked, too. And guess what! They weren't. We slid unnoticed out the doors, without the slightest bit of awkwardness. It was kind of sad at that point.
So those are my stories about doors. They can be quite awkward sometimes.
