Sunday, January 25, 2009

Upstairs from Lisa Simpson

It's Sunday afternoon and my man and I just got back from the liquor store. For me, a bottle of Lindeman's Framboise which, despite it's relatively low alcohol content, resembles what a punch in the mouth would feel like, if given by a large rambunctious raspberry. Also on my list was a 4-pack of Guinness drafts, a bottle of Southern Tier's Gemini, a handle of Captain Morgan and a case of A&W Cream Soda.


Once we put the new drinkables away and settled down into our spots, we noticed a new sound in our apartment...that of a saxophone bellowing some moody blues from beneath the floorboards. Two hours of muffled scales I listened to, while baking some macaroni and cheese.

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