The Road to El Dorado

Its paved with ice apparently.
Here's the story:
Parox came over Monday and we watched Mythbusters and Batman with Jack Nicholson, ate Pizza from Walgreens, and pigged out on leftover Christmas cookies. Then the Parents came home with their toadies, so we went upstairs and tried to watch Batman Returns, but we fell asleep before Catwoman blew anything up.
The next morning is when things got interesting.
The plan was for Parox to go home at 11:00, but she decided to come to the Mall (of America) with my Mom and I. But for reasons that remain unexplained to this day, my Mom changed her mind and we couldn't go to the Mall. So the plan morphed into 'Say, lets walk to Highland and see Avatar'.
So one EvilIguana video later we were on the road to El Dorado.
I hate ice.
So so much.
It might even have been better just to wear skates. Alot more suitable for these conditions.
With the fact that we had to walk super slow and the fact that we left with thirty minutes to spare combined, mixed well and baked, it adds up to us being 15 minutes late for the movie. So we just said Screw it and we went to White Rock Cafe where we whiled away an hour drinking Hot Cocoa and talking about random things.
Afterwards we ran through the cold to arrive at Half Price books, where I procured a copy of Memoirs of a Geisha. Then we perused the videos and I got Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Blair Witch Project, and West Side Story.
We were in the lower level of Half Price books when we got the call.
It was Parox's friend, whom shall be called Rayne, asking if we'd like to go to (ironically) the Mall.
You are correct my friend.
So we immediately set out on the road once more.
Colder than ever, we tramped and slipped our way up the hills of truth and the mountains of anarchy, we were almost there when machine gun fire riddled numerous vehicles and a fierce battle in the Olive Garden of good and evil raged on, blowing holes in the street, where many valiant comrades fell into the sewer below.
Diving underneath enemy fire, and tossing grenades to ward of armies of droids, we ran to Parox's house. We were a block away when what can only be described as a tank rolled down the street. Actually it was Parox's car, and they were picking us up because we were taking too long. We climbed into the vehicle and watched victorious as enemy soldiers slithered away into the open drainpipe.
Actually I made all that up.
So we got to the mall, and walked around, shopped a little and had some miraculous Panda Express. Then we sat and waited at the door, then Rayne and the man known only as Anonymous showed up.
We talked a while, and then this guy came up to us and started talking about God, so we decided we better get the hell outta there.
Parox's mom brought me home, where I watched The Blair Witch Project and Paranormal Activity before going to bed.
And that's what happened.
This morning I finished my History paper, and now I'm going to go and do my Algebra homework.
Ta.

Beatles: Ring my friend I said you'd call Doctor Robert, Day or night he'll be there anytime at all, Doctor Robert, Doctor Robert, you're a new and better man, He helps you to understand, He does ev'rything he can, Doctor Robert.