Tuesday, April 5, 2011

On a Secluded Couch





I was graced with the company of my very close friends last night. We drove the wrong way, made the wrong turns, and then drove the right way. We gazed up at the tall buildings with eagle statues, poked fun at each other, and laughed until we cried. I opened their eyes to the Den and am pleased to say that they enjoyed it as much as I had hoped. We got the best (most comfortable) seat in the house, which is usually occupied. A couch, up on a secluded landing placed near a wide window and a "grandfather" chair. We broke all the rules of our "diets" and succumbed to the pangs for comfort foods. (i.e. grilled cheese, cheesecake, fries) we ordered without counting our cash and pretended to be the rich kings that we sometimes we wish we were. There wasn't enough room for all of us on the couch, so we smooshed and pressed together, resting our heads on each other's shoulders while listening to the character's partaking in the open mic. The flash of my camera distracted some of the diners, but if they only knew my love for making memories and my need to hang on to every moment, i'm sure they would've understood. Our waiter wasn't pleased with our laughing out loud so much, but to conceal a laugh is to conceal happiness. We were very happy. The bookshelf held many an  encyclopaedias and a biography on Dolly Parton. We ate and indulged, we complained about calorie count and ordered more because it was making us smile. The wafting music gently rocked us into a drowsy state that paired with the dim lighting just beautifully. There were other things, people, and places we could have gone to and been with, but ultimately this was the place we were, and this was the place we stayed for hours. We played shouting games on the way home and blasted songs we didn't know the words to. We went fast, too fast, then slow, too slow. We turned corners and went back the other way for a chocolate shake, playing rock paper scissors for the cherry. (i lost: rock to paper) We went back to the house where we met, lost cell phone service, and watched a show about pizza. The chairs in the living room became useless, because the floor just seemed right. Head on lap, hands on chest, knees against forehead. Ironic confessions were made, acceptance, acceptance, another question until our text messages read parental threats .I love when time is lost. I love the thought of not having cell phones to remind, nag, and beep. And for awhile that's exactly how it was. Time doesn't exist if you're making the most of it. Sun goes up and goes down and we were all together for both.

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