Head out to meet some friends at an outlet for The Amazing Spiderman. However, the two sisters who are accompanying you forget to mention where the outlet actually is until it's too late for Mom, your long-suffering chauffeur, to make an earlier start. Cue feeling of relief that you had nothing to do with the planning process and therefore can't be blamed for your sisters' communication problems.
Get there in the nick of time. Unable to find your friends, you resign yourself to seeing them later and sit down to get your ticket's worth. You spend the movie mentally writing a review for your blog ("Andrew Garfield's Pete Parker manages to encapsulate both dorky and dangerous," etc.), but you'll never be able to actually write it, because halfway through the movie some mad scientist fellow injects himself with DNA and undergoes a horrible transformation. You, unable for some reason to mentally separate science fiction from potential reality, get sick and have to be lead from the theater by your sister, face turned downward so you don't have to look at the screen and the horrors emblazoned thereon.
Fortunately it turns out that the rest of your friends came late and couldn't get tickets, so they're just killing time in the outlet. They're the type of people who are more fun than a movie anyway, so after you've stopped furtively examining your arms to see if someone rearranged your DNA while you were off your guard, you hit the outlets with them. And it couldn't be better. They try on sunglasses because they can. They buy you french fries. They run around in a Spiderman mask that Timmy apparently purchased for just such an occasion. Then they all hit the novelty candy store and get bric-a-brac such as Bertie Bott's Beans, to say nothing of a rather large gummy bear on a stick which you buy your sister Clair as a surprise for tomorrow. (You can post about this all you like, because Clair never reads your blog. Muahahahaha.) Chocolate? No, you don't buy any chocolate. Theresa and Timmy have already bought chocolate and are carrying it around in Theresa's bag, since they figure there's probably graham crackers, marshmallows and a fire in their future.
Then, find your sisters, wander around a bit, narrowly miss the Hogwarts Express (in reality a bunch of shopping carts linked together), and go to a record shop.
Then everyone repairs to the Fox's house and has an excellent dinner, followed by s'mores. You have tea, and you force Theresa to drink it with you as a thank-you because she made you cookies. (She doesn't even really care for tea, but where friendship is concerned this is totally irrelevant.) There are thumb wars. Then you talk books with Moira Fox, which makes your day because you like all kinds of relatively-obscure English novels and only she understands. Also, she's an (amazing) artist. This is a great thing, because art, like common sense, fascinates you even as it coyly eludes your ability.
The next day you write a lengthy blog post about all this for some reason, written in second person, and finish by thanking your mom for driving all over the place to make it happen. (Not that she didn't love doing it.)
NOTE: I'm mostly only posting this because I'm bad at keeping up a diary and I want to put my blog to use a little bit. If you weren't there, you may take it for granted that I wish you had been. :)
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