My perfect day has already happened.
I wake up around 10 or so in my room in the student house that I lived in for all of this past year. Immediately I remember something really good that happened lastnight and it makes me smile before I even get up. I don't have class until 2pm, so I sit around in our kitchen for a couple hours in my pyjamas with about 4 of my 7 other housemates and discuss completely random things. One of them makes the claim that sharks are scarier than bears, I disagree and we engage in a passionate discussion. I make some grilled cheese, but I have to steal the bread from another housemate who's at class.
When I get back from class me and one of my housemates consider running over to the cute little pub which is directly acrose the street, but someone finds a few Keith's' in the fridge so we take them outside on the porch, and play music really loudly, watching the people at the pub. We comment on everyone who passes by and on how great it is to be sitting on the porch on a nice day with some Keith's'.
That night a neighbour stops by, brings us free beer, and we have a jam session in our kitchen - I play the guitar, someone else plays a harmonica, someone provides a beat and everyone sings. The more we drink, the louder it gets until we're all outside and down the street, under a strange window, serenading some boys.
I totally miss school!!
~ missy
