I slept in til 2 today, and it was everything I dreamed it could be.
Our first quiet weekend in literally months, and it wound up being not so quiet. We had hoped to busk last night, but wound up in the living room playing late into the night because a 50 year old covering the Talking Heads cemented himself in Davis Square for nigh-on 5 hours. Discussing the Talking Heads in our home leads to marital strife, so you can only imagine our need to get as far away from him as possible.
Not sure whether the highlight of the night was when Matt and Peter convinced me to pull out the fiddle for “Wagon Wheel,” which was surprisingly enjoyable, or whether grilling ear corn at 12:30am was more fun. Or the sleeping in til 2.
Oh who am I kidding? The highlight of the night was cleaning up the two enormous piles of dog poop that I found upon returning home from work. Girl’s gonna have to work a bit harder to get me out to the dog park today.
