Days of our lives
I sat on my knees in my bed wearing nothing but boxer shorts and an unflattering brown vest. The bed was surrounded by a sea of dirty clothes and dirty dishes. I looked at Jen who was sitting opposite me doodling moustaches on pictures in the Daily Record. I took a deep breath and asked a question neither of us really wanted to answer.
"Do you think we should do something tomorrow?"
We were approaching the end of our second day of 'slobbing'. In which we basically sit around in a state of semi-nakedness, watching endless episodes of Family Guy and Friends, watching movies ranging in tone from gripping thrillers such as A History of Violence to alien-related-comedy-sequels-starring-Will-Smith such as Men In Black 2. Featuring empty pizza boxes, and dilemmas such as which alcohol to drink for breakfast. Guest starring bottles of champagne polished off before tea-time, luxurious Belgian chocolate desserts, all celebrating the fact that earlier in the day we had successfully negotiated a tricky expedition to the shop. By 2.30 this afternoon I had already addressed two burning topics worthy of further analysis in text messages to my brother: Why was ex-Celtic footballer and Daily Record columnist Murdo Macleod such a twat, and when did they change the theme tune to Ed?
It was supposed to just be a lazy day, celebrating the fact that I had, albeit temporarily, left my job. A day to be lazy and enjoy each others company. A day to relax and save money by staying in, something we haven't had the chance to do in months. A day to essentially forget the pressures of modern city life, a day to unwind and recharge and enjoy the simple pleasures. But it evolved into something more than that. It evolved in to two whole days of nothing. Two whole days of utter laziness. Two whole days where the only positive impact we've had on the world is ensuring there is less alcohol out there in shops for under-age kids to buy.
"Do you think we should do something tomorrow?"
I repeated the question. You may not know, but Jen is someone who gets restless easily. She is always looking for new adventures and challenges, and can achieve pretty much anything she sets her mind to. She's not held back easily, and has such a zest for life, untamed and flowing freely since her three-month travels through southern Africa. She continued to doodle on the page, perhaps mulling over the many things we both needed to do before setting off on a six-month adventure around the world. Maybe she was prioritising the jobs in her mind, concerned about the fact that with only a week left in London I still haven't got my visa for Australia. Perhaps she was feeling genuinly sad about the fact that she only had six more days left to live in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the world. Perhaps she was trying to remember which museums or galleries or parks she hadn't visited yet. She looked up from her newspaper after finishing off a rather convincing double chin on an attractive model to answer my question. Words that surely would inspire me to head for the shower, put on some nice clothes and head out into town for a memorable night out, or start planning properly for our trip. She opened her mouth and replied.
"Would I have to get dressed?"
"Do you think we should do something tomorrow?"
We were approaching the end of our second day of 'slobbing'. In which we basically sit around in a state of semi-nakedness, watching endless episodes of Family Guy and Friends, watching movies ranging in tone from gripping thrillers such as A History of Violence to alien-related-comedy-sequels-starring-Will-Smith such as Men In Black 2. Featuring empty pizza boxes, and dilemmas such as which alcohol to drink for breakfast. Guest starring bottles of champagne polished off before tea-time, luxurious Belgian chocolate desserts, all celebrating the fact that earlier in the day we had successfully negotiated a tricky expedition to the shop. By 2.30 this afternoon I had already addressed two burning topics worthy of further analysis in text messages to my brother: Why was ex-Celtic footballer and Daily Record columnist Murdo Macleod such a twat, and when did they change the theme tune to Ed?
It was supposed to just be a lazy day, celebrating the fact that I had, albeit temporarily, left my job. A day to be lazy and enjoy each others company. A day to relax and save money by staying in, something we haven't had the chance to do in months. A day to essentially forget the pressures of modern city life, a day to unwind and recharge and enjoy the simple pleasures. But it evolved into something more than that. It evolved in to two whole days of nothing. Two whole days of utter laziness. Two whole days where the only positive impact we've had on the world is ensuring there is less alcohol out there in shops for under-age kids to buy.
"Do you think we should do something tomorrow?"
I repeated the question. You may not know, but Jen is someone who gets restless easily. She is always looking for new adventures and challenges, and can achieve pretty much anything she sets her mind to. She's not held back easily, and has such a zest for life, untamed and flowing freely since her three-month travels through southern Africa. She continued to doodle on the page, perhaps mulling over the many things we both needed to do before setting off on a six-month adventure around the world. Maybe she was prioritising the jobs in her mind, concerned about the fact that with only a week left in London I still haven't got my visa for Australia. Perhaps she was feeling genuinly sad about the fact that she only had six more days left to live in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the world. Perhaps she was trying to remember which museums or galleries or parks she hadn't visited yet. She looked up from her newspaper after finishing off a rather convincing double chin on an attractive model to answer my question. Words that surely would inspire me to head for the shower, put on some nice clothes and head out into town for a memorable night out, or start planning properly for our trip. She opened her mouth and replied.
"Would I have to get dressed?"
Labels: bumming around, laziness, slobbing
