Ashley and I met her sister Greta this afternoon and went to Prime Outlets, ostensibly, to shop for a birthday present for their father. Not being much of a shopper, I don’t often go to the Outlets. I’d be a frequent visitor if I were more of a people watcher, since if there’s one thing the Outlets seem to have more than enough of, it’s people. It’s interesting to see which people go into which store. I never would have thought, for instance, that we’d find the same family of Mexican women in the Petite Sophisticates store (not a thing in there to fit me, by the way) that we’d seen earlier in the Black & Decker Outlet. Guess when you plug in that new toaster/egg cooker, you’ve gotta wear something.
The other thing the Outlets have too much of is vending machines. I never even knew half of those existed until I visited the Outlets the first time. Soda machines, sure – seen it. But Pringles? Ice cream sandwiches? Walking the approximately 11,000 miles of sidewalk at the Outlets and needing something to drink I get, but is there really such a demand for precisely shaped potato chips that they needed to install a vending machine across from the Banana Republic?
After the Outlets Ashley and I went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I’d like to write up a proper review sometime next week, but for now let me just say that I think the Harry Potter films have now officially earned their bones as the most creatively successful film franchise of at least the last 30 years, maybe ever. Not only was Order of the Phoenix good – it may have been the best one so far. Superman only got two decent films before a 25-year slide into mediocrity; Star Wars arguably got three; Batman’s not gotten to one yet; Harry Potter’s up to five, with no signs of slowing down. Well done, you British bastards.