My mom, the hand model
Yesterday I put tacos in my pockets and snuck them into the theater. The one o’clock show overlapped with lunch.
“I can’t believe you did that” my mom whispered as the previews began.
Transamerica was entirely enjoyable. I think Kim summed it up well with her thoughts.
Afterward we stopped by Hobo Books, a relatively new independent bookstore that opened in the neighborhood. My mom said there were cigar boxes for sale. And there were, along with walls lined with new and used books, magazines, coffee and tobacco.
Inside the bookstore
I picked up Candy Freak (because it’s about one of my favorite topics), The Sweet Hereafter (I’ve been told it’s a movie I should check out—and it was cheap), and a armload of cigar boxes (which I hope to transform into dice games.)