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The Excitement of Friday Fear us, I said as we pulled out of the SuperFresh parking lot. We had just finished a litany of the super-exciting way we'd chosen to spend our Friday night: After arriving home from summer theatre around 4:30, I had a piece of pizza and crawled into bed to read Glamour. Somewhere around 5:30, I fell asleep. When Greg came home around 6, I was very groggy and didn't want to wake up. So he crawled into bed too, and we slept til 8. (The early evening nap. A classic.) When we awoke, starving, we decided it was entirely too much trouble to cook the chicken and rice and beans we'd planned for dinner. Fifteen minutes later we were in the car on the way to Santa Fe Burrito, one of the only fairly interesting inexpensive dinner options in this godforsaken land of rich people. We followed up dinner by strolling across the parking lot to Borders, where Greg bought the DVD of Kiss Me Deadly and we contemplated The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and the complete Fawlty Towers. I bought the new cast recording of Into the Woods as well as three books - a splurge in celebration of my first paycheck in months. Back in the car, we decide to stop at the grocery store so we can buy milk. See, we got a milkshake machine as a wedding gift. We bought milk and cherries and ground beef (buy one, get one free!) and popsicles. As we pulled out of the parking lot, discussing just how exciting we were and wondering how we could possibly get more exciting, I realized that the way we were doing things was just fine with me. Want to go into Philly and go dancing? Greg had asked on the way into Borders, mostly-kidding as neither one of us really dances. No dancing required. I'm happy with my milkshake and my pile of new books, which await me in the bedroom. After Greg finishes watching Seven, he'll join me, and a late-night snuggle is all the excitement I need. |