Took her to see the show. Not that she mentioned she was a fan. Not that I was one either. Maybe I just thought it would be a better idea than exercising in my bed. Whatever.
To a degree, we enjoyed catering — including sushi for her and unlimited access to chocolate for me — more than the concert itself. Plus wine, wine and more wine. When the lights went down, we could not stop poking fun at poor Mick.
Afterwards, we walked down the nightly city. And for a moment, I forgot wondering if there was any meaning to it at all. I'll keep holding on.
3 comments:
im wondering how you can exercise in a bed. push-ups wouldnt work, sit-ups wouldnt either. hm.. :)
Sometimes I wonder, too.
:) so whats up with the rest of the times?
enjoy your day
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