G… is for the Grove.
This is a mall. It’s totally a planned out space that is supposed to mimic an old fashioned downtown or perhaps Main St. Disneyland, but really it is still a mall. They pipe old school jazz and show tunes out on speakers hidden in the planters, and there is a fountain that dances in time to the music. Don’t you just think you’d like to walk around in this area with some Frank Sinatra playing, getting your retail on?
The statuary is particularly graceful. I love this statue so much and every christmas they build Santa’s Scary House Of Horror around it and you can’t see it for about a month. I am always kind of sad about that.
I am also always a little nervous about the statues ever since I watched that Dr. Who episode in season 3 called Blink. I just wonder, you know?
I spend hours here several days a week, dealing with the public and wearing very conservative clothing that does nothing for my complexion.
I spend a lot of time looking at this because there’s a clock just above it that slowly ticks down the minutes until I can clock out and leave. Yay clock! I love your slow and inexorable ticking towards my freedom! Tick faster, ok?!