A dream finally came true today, we went to the Unclaimed Baggage Centre!
It was actually sort of depressing. The rows of electronics, the shelves of books, and the aisles of clothes, while impressive and good for me, meant that someone else missed them. Of course, this only bothered us for a few minutes, before we dove into looking for goodies, such as books (for me) and international wear (for her). It was like out of a montage of shopping spending the entire day there, trying on jackets, laughing at the ridiculous dresses people brought with them, posing in front of mirrors. And the day was pretty nice, not caring what we were spending. We left the building on a high, really excited over our $2 nail polish purchases and and $3 books, feeling like we got away with something when we drove back home.
Only, I brought it all down when we started to talk about religion in the car. I blame it being the drive through Alabama. You just can't not talk about religion there, I guess.
So out came the discussion of my thanatophoebia, and out came the reasons for it, namely this movie starring Robin Williams called What Dreams May Come. Now it's a beautiful movie. It has aspects of paintings and takes a cue from Dante as far as Hell is concerned, but I was explaining to Hazel how this movie scared the bajeesus out of me as a seven-year-old-kid, leading to this phobia. Naturally, when we got back, Hazel wanted to see it too, so we fast forwarded through a lot of it, and I explained what happened. By the end, when I stopped the movie, and Project Runway began on regular scheduled programming, and Hazel laid down on the other couch not saying anything, then: "I can see why that would screw you up George. I'm really depressed right now."
So I made her stay and watch a marathon of Project Runway episodes where we laughed at people's flagrant style and yelled at the winners selected by the judges, until she felt better enough to go home.
On the bright side, I have $2 nail polish and $3 books to comfort me.
