It turned out to be a little less than the Cave of Wonders, in my humble opinion. I did walk off with some stuff, some Hendrix, Dylan, and Zepp, but it all seemed a titch overpriced for used stuff, and it sort of lacked in selection. Of course my usual record haunt is the Electric Fetus, which is perhaps the world's most perfect record store (although Easy Street in Seattle gives it a run). Anyways, we also had some coffee, and checked out a bookstore. The bookstore, it impressed me. The walls were filled to the ceilings with stacks and stacks of books, with ladders on rollers throughout the whole place. There was literally a dizzying amount of books, I started to feel sort of disorientated after a while. In a way, it was sort of sobering. Us college students like to think of ourselves as smart, as possessing some sort of intelligence. But looking in that store, stacked to the ceiling with repositories of knowledge and experience, it put me in my place. Especially recently, I've been trying to be a bit more productive in my leisure time, but I'm still reminded of how much there really is out there. It's intimidating.
Anyways, we left the bookstore, had some dinner at a Mexican place (good salsa, depressing decor), and went to a mall in search of a birthday gift for Michael's brother. All in all, it was a successful day. It was a little awkward though. I can't quite put my finger on what it was. One of the individuals I went with, I would probably consider my best friend at Luther. The other one was a guy who is simply a friend. And the other two are very close. So, it was a set of conflicting dynamics at work, and maybe it created some sort of invisible, unseen, unscented tension. Or maybe that's just my social awkwardness at work. Who knows.
It's late, I have to wake up at 6:40 to get a hard body. I'll talk to everyone later. Look forward to my upcoming book review of Bill Bryson's "A Walk in the Woods."
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