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Billie and I went to a temple of consumerism today (read: Mall). Enormous place, but an amazingly tasteful mall. It’s so pretty I just like being there. Imagine that. The movie place astounds me. I’m fascinated by ancient Egypt, so a theatre that’s built like it BELONGS there is a place I could spend way too much time in, gawking like a tourist. Though, my ready excuse on this trip is “I’m a photojournalist.” :o)

We ate lunch at this place called Chevy’s, a mexican restaurant in the mall.

Yuck.

I know I compare every mexican restaurant to La Carreta, but this place was gross. Of course we were presented with hot chips and some salsa, but the salsa had this really strange taste, and it wasn’t hot at ALL. The chips were fine. Chips are chips. I ordered a chicken quesadilla (to make the comparison fair, since I always get a chicken quesadilla ranchero at La Carreta).

Fifteen minutes later I was presented with a chicken quesadilla. The plate had the same shredded lettuce and sour cream on the side, but the quesadilla itself is another story. The tortilla was orange and not grilled. The cheese wasn’t hot anymore. Those I could stand. However, they’d put barbecue sauce on my chicken inside the tortilla.

Eeeeew.

Other than that, the temple of consumerism was great. That mall is large and tasteful enough to be fun, with comfortable seats, good stores, and nice enough people.

The Bass Pro Shops store had a climbing wall (woo!) and a HUGE tank with HUGE fish (edible fish too…striped bass and largemouth bass…mmmm). I got fishing-twitchy just watching them.

At ten thirty tonight I head down towards Richmond, Va. This should be fun. It’s only a 2.5 hours jaunt compared to the 10 hour marathon of friday.