Just as I was get­ting bored yes­ter­day Rafeeq called me up because he needed a ride to Cracker Park to pick up some shoes. Rafeeq is good for me because he helps me loosen and lighten up. So we got valet park­ing for my car, which, if you’ve seen my car, is hilar­i­ous. We got his kicks and I ordered a pair of brown shoes for $25. Then we wan­dered through Bor­ders and I got my first Christ­mas gift of the year, Sea­mus Heaney’s Selected Poems. I read a bit of it last night, and it promises to be excel­lent. We stayed to watch Casino Royale, which lives up to all of the hype. The open­ing chase sequence fea­tures some com­pletely awe­some and fully inte­grated park­our. [1, 2, 3] It was a great flick and worth the $8.50 ticket price. I hadn’t real­ized how used to the Mar­quee Club Mem­ber­ship I was until I ended up drop­ping full price for a movie ticket. After the movie we shot the shit with the valets, mak­ing fun of the gag­gles of mid­dle school aged per­sons flit­ting around in their shrugs and flip flops in 30 degree weather. ‘Feeq said he couldn’t wait to read what I wrote about the evening. So here it is. I dropped him off and then got my car filled up and washed. So now it is miss­ing even more paint.