We're growing up, settling down, getting older, and I don't really mind that. There's something reassuring in our quiet, calm existence, our growing bank of shared experience and whispered plans.
And it was bloody brilliant.
(I couldn't do it every weekend, mind you. I might not be too old to go out and make a spectacle of myself, but I'm definitely too old to function properly the next day. Getting off the couch was my sole achievement yesterday. And that was only to move to a different couch.)