Sunday Went Like This
Church with friends on the Upper East Side. A sunny walk up Park Avenue. A game with my Scrabble lady. A rare evening in with all three of my roommates, watching/mocking CSI: Miami. The sound of gunfire while getting ready for bed.
Well, it was almost an entirely lovely day. (Upper West Side's getting rough, y'all. Don't tell my parents.)
PS - Speaking of my parents, an actual quote from tonight's conversation with my mother: "All these professional Bingo players were giving me tons of crap!"
I'll leave it up to you to imagine the context for that.