So after we got to the terminal and they took their luggage and went inside, I went around to the driver's seat. I adjusted the mirrors and slowly drove off. (I'm used to driving my little Chevy Cavalier, but I learned to drive in the minivan, so I can if I have to.) I drove along Will Clayton Parkway, stopped at the Sonic drive-in for lunch, then headed out onto the freeway and over to the Galleria.
I sat at the Galleria to kill about an hour. I wanted to go to the movies, but it was only 11:00 am and I didn't want to get there before it opened. So I sat at a table near the food court and worked on a cartoon.
At noon, I drove over to the AMC Studio 30, a multiplex that's so big it bears a resemblance to an airport. It makes you want to run thru the halls yelling "The flight's leaving! I mean, the movie's starting!" I went and saw Spider-Man. Fun! And later I noticed there's a pun in the casting: Willem Dafoe plays da foe.
After the movie, I drove the van home and took a nap. Dad came home later, and I made burgers for supper. Yum!