I trudged up my four flights of stairs at around 11 PM, having left work very late due to Gala season and having trudged due to my absence from spin class. Spin class two times a week is the only way I can get to my fifth floor walk-up apartment without stopping for a break.
I ate left-overs and poured the last bit of Syrah into my wine glass. My sister, Caitlin (not to be confused with "avid-reader" Lindsay, another wonderful sister who recently complained that I have not been posting anything), is visiting this week (she is staying at our "C&C", or "Couch & Coffee", because that is all we offer), and I proposed we finished the movie we started yesterday. We didn't finish it because it was scratched and at one point it froze and we had to start it over again. Unfortunately, this DVD does not allow you to fast-forward through the previews, and so while the previews were running, we watched a TV show and never got back to the movie. Believe it or not, we are watching "Up All Night" while the previews were running, and we may not get back to the movie tonight either.
"Ken!" I shouted, remembering that today is Monday, September 26, my former roommate's birthday, and therefore, a day that I could call our anniversary because (avid readers) this is two years to the day that Ken met me in the city the day after our first "get together" at hometown's local wine bar and we walked in the rain to the steps of the Museum of Natural History where Ken serenaded me with his guitar and "awesome" (Ken's words) voice.
"It's our anniversary!"
"Really? I thought it was October 1."
"Well, that was the date we picked last year because it was more convenient." I told him. "Where you waiting for me to remember to surprise me with a gift?!?"
"Um..."
"I know! You can open a bottle of Merlot and pour me a glass! That would be the best anniversary present!"
"Sure," Ken agreed, and went into the closet to get a new bottle.
While he was pouring I stopped him, "Wait," I said. "Maybe I should save this gift and pour it myself."
In the end, I let him pour me the wine, and bring it over to me on the couch (where Caitlin sleeps). It was a special night.
And now, we three are not finishing our movie, but watching a second episode of "Up All Night", as I suspected we would.
