We had been planning this outing for what seemed like years. It's one of those things that you say that you'll always do, then put it off every time. This Saturday was different. There was no Six Flags Great America traffic. It was cold and misty. A perfect time for a trip to the indoor consumerism capital of Northern Illinois, Gurnee Mills.My feet literally ache from walking all over the gigantic beacon of shopping. As we made our final round, I see a sign advertising Robin Yount appearing on November 8th. My first instinct was to say to myself, "We never arrive anywhere on the day these things happen".
I looked at my phone and sure enough, it was November 8th. We got over to where Robin was appearing, just in time to see the ending of the signing. If I would've known about it before going, I would have prepared myself. I had nothing in hand to sign and the line was still enormous.
If my feet weren't aching and the mall wasn't hotter than Christopher Walken liked his Dr. Pepper in Blast From The Past, then I probably would've went in line. I was tired from my long morning of consumerism. Can it still be called consumerism if nothing was purchased?
Still, I'm happy I got a glimpse of Robin Yount. He looked as I remembered him from his playing days. Tracey even said that he looked pretty hot. I'll take her word for it. The only thought I had in my mind was if Thorzul made the pilgrimage into Illinois to see Robin Yount. I said the name loud enough, but no one stopped and looked around.
When we got back home, there were multiple packages waiting for me. I will open those up tonight and get to work sorting them and writing them up. As for right now, I think I'll rest my feet and enjoy the relaxation.
