It's my last day here in Viriginia, and I really didn't think I would be having any plans other than dinner with my father. When I returned home to my computer, I found a message from Alighieri (Al from now on) asking if I wanted to see a movie. I said, "Sure, get some more people," but forgetting it was a school night, we could only muster one other person: Gopher383 (Gopher in "Creep World" is based off of this guy)
Instead of picking which movie we wanted to see, we decided to head down the highway a little to the big multi-plex and just catch a movie whenever. We finally decided on "Thank You For Smoking" at 10:10, the only problem being it was 9:05. So we walked half a mile to Target to look at items, and I ended up picking up a CD player for ten bucks, some batteries, some burnable CD's and some socks. I pay, and we head over to the cinema.
First, before we go to the movie, Al and I decide to play some Star Trek Voyager in the arcade. After a quick and decisive ass-whooping, we head to the other side of the theater where our movie is playing. There's a sword-fight novelty game over there, and I try to put a quarter in, but it gets stuck. Al takes Gopher's knife and jimmies five quarters that were stuck out of the machine, and we head into the movie.
The movie was funny, and a few hours long. We get out of the movie around 12, but Al and I decide that with my load of singles, we're going to beat Star Trek Voyager. And we do, it takes us near an hour. Our arms outstretched the entire time, we head to the parking lot. Al stops to enjoy a cigarette, when Gopher spies a kitty cat in one of the median strips. I walk over to it, and it quickly darts into a storm-drain/manhole. I take Al's lighter and try and see the cat to no avail. There are a few cars still in the lot, and I try to lift the cover, but I can't do it.
Gopher walks over and with one hand lifts the manhole cover. We stand and look down a second, looking at the ladder, before we decide, "Nah." It's too dark to see down there, and we don't even know if the cat has taken off or not.
It's nearing 1 and Gopher has classes tomorrow, so we pile back into the station wagon and I drop him off at his house. Al and I are driving past the highway exit back to the theater when we decide what the hell, let's go back.
We spend ten minutes driving there, intent on finding that cat.
But, we know the cinema has cameras on the front of the building, so we decide to park a little ways away, near a mirrored office building. There are two ways to get to the cinema; the road, or you can walk beside a fence, past a resovoir, and over a foot-bridge to get there. We decide on the foot-bridge.
We walk down to the white fence and are trying to find a sturdy way over it to get to the foot-bridge, but the fence looks to flimsy for me, and we head back, following the fence. We decide to follow it around the other side and head in that way. We're following the fence when the sprinklers cut on, so we run until our footing becomes unsteady in the high-grass. The fence-posts are in the ground at an angle, because the ground slopes, and we're having a hard time keeping our footing.
Finally, the path gets so treacherous that we decide to climb a steep hill in order to avoid more brambles. We crest the hill to see a flat mud-path that curves around the resovior and goes straight into the cinema parking lot.
"****, we could have gone this way the entire time."
We head down the mud path, and hit the parking lot in a matter of seconds. The lot is now empty, and we make our way over to the crooked man-hole. We both lift and remove the cover, and I drop a coin down. It's about fifteen to twenty feet.
Al goes first, having to twist his frame to get in the sewer. He gets to the bottom, and flips his lighter open, looking around. There's a passage in the wall designed for high-water.
"Al, can you get through that hole?"
Al looks at it.
"Yeah."
He crunches down and begins to climb through as I holler down, "Hey, could I get through it?"
I hear a faint, "Yes," and climb down into the manhole. I'm terrified of heights, falling, and trespassing. I hit the bottom and hunker down, and look at the hole.
I have a rather large frame, standing at 6', 240. I can see Al on the other side, holding the lighter up to his face laughing his ass off because there's no way in hell I'm going to make it through that hole. I climb up and out, and all of a sudden hear Al begin to curse.
I run over the parking lot to the manhole that he's under and pry the cover up to see him climbing.
"I didn't find your ****ing cat, but I found it's ****."
I lose it, laughing my ass off. He doesn't find it that amusing.
"Could you have gone anywhere else in there?"
Al shakes his head. "No, the other passages are way too small."
We head back to the mud-path and begin making our way back to the car. The mud-path ends, and high stalks of brambles begin and we're only half-way to the car. As we're walking through the brambles, I hear a car, and down the road, spy a searchlight hanging off the side of a police car, on, scanning the movie theater parking lot. As they get to the between area where Al and I are crossing, we drop in the brush, into the mud, and we sit. The light sweeps over us, and continues moving. We sit for a minute, before standing and jogging.
As we approach the parking lot, I say, "Al, I'm surprised with all these roots hitting my feet that I haven't fallen yet!" Of course, as soon as I say that, I ****ing face-plant on the ground. It hurt like a bitch and muddied my old-navy sweater (See: MalReynold's Fell Out Of Ugly Tree for sweater reference).
We make our way back to the parking lot, and climb into the car. Surprised at the events of the night, we decide on the only proper way to end it.
Eating a sub-sandwhich in a gas station parking lot before coming home to report the news.
Instead of picking which movie we wanted to see, we decided to head down the highway a little to the big multi-plex and just catch a movie whenever. We finally decided on "Thank You For Smoking" at 10:10, the only problem being it was 9:05. So we walked half a mile to Target to look at items, and I ended up picking up a CD player for ten bucks, some batteries, some burnable CD's and some socks. I pay, and we head over to the cinema.
First, before we go to the movie, Al and I decide to play some Star Trek Voyager in the arcade. After a quick and decisive ass-whooping, we head to the other side of the theater where our movie is playing. There's a sword-fight novelty game over there, and I try to put a quarter in, but it gets stuck. Al takes Gopher's knife and jimmies five quarters that were stuck out of the machine, and we head into the movie.
The movie was funny, and a few hours long. We get out of the movie around 12, but Al and I decide that with my load of singles, we're going to beat Star Trek Voyager. And we do, it takes us near an hour. Our arms outstretched the entire time, we head to the parking lot. Al stops to enjoy a cigarette, when Gopher spies a kitty cat in one of the median strips. I walk over to it, and it quickly darts into a storm-drain/manhole. I take Al's lighter and try and see the cat to no avail. There are a few cars still in the lot, and I try to lift the cover, but I can't do it.
Gopher walks over and with one hand lifts the manhole cover. We stand and look down a second, looking at the ladder, before we decide, "Nah." It's too dark to see down there, and we don't even know if the cat has taken off or not.
It's nearing 1 and Gopher has classes tomorrow, so we pile back into the station wagon and I drop him off at his house. Al and I are driving past the highway exit back to the theater when we decide what the hell, let's go back.
We spend ten minutes driving there, intent on finding that cat.
But, we know the cinema has cameras on the front of the building, so we decide to park a little ways away, near a mirrored office building. There are two ways to get to the cinema; the road, or you can walk beside a fence, past a resovoir, and over a foot-bridge to get there. We decide on the foot-bridge.
We walk down to the white fence and are trying to find a sturdy way over it to get to the foot-bridge, but the fence looks to flimsy for me, and we head back, following the fence. We decide to follow it around the other side and head in that way. We're following the fence when the sprinklers cut on, so we run until our footing becomes unsteady in the high-grass. The fence-posts are in the ground at an angle, because the ground slopes, and we're having a hard time keeping our footing.
Finally, the path gets so treacherous that we decide to climb a steep hill in order to avoid more brambles. We crest the hill to see a flat mud-path that curves around the resovior and goes straight into the cinema parking lot.
"****, we could have gone this way the entire time."
We head down the mud path, and hit the parking lot in a matter of seconds. The lot is now empty, and we make our way over to the crooked man-hole. We both lift and remove the cover, and I drop a coin down. It's about fifteen to twenty feet.
Al goes first, having to twist his frame to get in the sewer. He gets to the bottom, and flips his lighter open, looking around. There's a passage in the wall designed for high-water.
"Al, can you get through that hole?"
Al looks at it.
"Yeah."
He crunches down and begins to climb through as I holler down, "Hey, could I get through it?"
I hear a faint, "Yes," and climb down into the manhole. I'm terrified of heights, falling, and trespassing. I hit the bottom and hunker down, and look at the hole.
I have a rather large frame, standing at 6', 240. I can see Al on the other side, holding the lighter up to his face laughing his ass off because there's no way in hell I'm going to make it through that hole. I climb up and out, and all of a sudden hear Al begin to curse.
I run over the parking lot to the manhole that he's under and pry the cover up to see him climbing.
"I didn't find your ****ing cat, but I found it's ****."
I lose it, laughing my ass off. He doesn't find it that amusing.
"Could you have gone anywhere else in there?"
Al shakes his head. "No, the other passages are way too small."
We head back to the mud-path and begin making our way back to the car. The mud-path ends, and high stalks of brambles begin and we're only half-way to the car. As we're walking through the brambles, I hear a car, and down the road, spy a searchlight hanging off the side of a police car, on, scanning the movie theater parking lot. As they get to the between area where Al and I are crossing, we drop in the brush, into the mud, and we sit. The light sweeps over us, and continues moving. We sit for a minute, before standing and jogging.
As we approach the parking lot, I say, "Al, I'm surprised with all these roots hitting my feet that I haven't fallen yet!" Of course, as soon as I say that, I ****ing face-plant on the ground. It hurt like a bitch and muddied my old-navy sweater (See: MalReynold's Fell Out Of Ugly Tree for sweater reference).
We make our way back to the parking lot, and climb into the car. Surprised at the events of the night, we decide on the only proper way to end it.
Eating a sub-sandwhich in a gas station parking lot before coming home to report the news.
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