So the day started good with the sun coming up. Clear blue skies and 18 degrees in the shine.
Then I went into the city to help my friend do her studio art modeling thing, which involved me holding a cardboard trumpet and looking pensive. It was nice and quick too, and I stopped off for a bowl of chips at this divine little cafe I know of.
Met up with Lex about an hour later, we trained it back to my place. Usual conversation mixed in with the occasional makeout. Planned on sitting down and having a Firefly marathon, but as circumstances would have it, my sister had a basketball game and that meant both my parents had to head out. Leaving us alone in the house. Not a soul stirring save my noisy computer's hard drive.
So I won't trouble you with all the details....save that by the time my parents returned, the sheets were mussed, we were both good and sweaty and our shirts were on the floor. A mad scramble to get dressed at hearing their voices was the last word. A particularly vigorous section while "Immigrant Song" boomed out of my speakers was the highlight.
After that it was revealed that my copy of Serenity was not in fact missing, and although we had to leave too early to take her home, I snagged some extra time with her aboard the train, which led to more quality time
Best part? The parents, to quote Will Smith, ain't even mad.
Good day.