Everyone has a different idea of the perfect day. I've had many different types of perfect days myself. For instance, the time I was driving north on 395 with a cowboy boot-shaped pinata riding shotgun in my car (in preparation for a cinco de mayo party to take place that evening) and a really great song came on the radio. That was a perfect moment. Anyway, I digress. Today was one of those days.
I spent the day with my former roommate Jillian. There are many reasons why Jillian is a great person to spend time with. For one thing, she is very chill. Also, she likes to sew, and so do I. Thus began The Perfect Day with a leisurely trip to G street fabrics, and lunch at Chipotle (obvious part of perfect day, and I don't think I need to explain).
Then, we decided to drive to Manassas so she could buy a dresser she found on craigslist. Why not take a leisurely roadtrip to Manassas during rush hour? Since we can both enjoy some ghetto rap music on the ride, it was all the more pleasant. As we ventured further south we found the forgotten gems of the suburbs, like vacation bible camp and long john silver's. When we actually got to Manassas, we discovered this woman running a shabby-chic furniture restoration out of her house (which was just packed full of crap). Her son, who looked about as old as her and had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, was kind enough to load up our shabby-chic purchase into the back of my car. It was very strange indeed, but quite comical because we were there to witness it together. I find this to be a common theme amongst my perfect days; that somehow a series of random events align in some kind of weird and wonderful splendor. You just can't plan for it.
Jillian let me know that tomorrow is dress-like-a-cow-for-a-free-sandwich day at Chic-fil-A. Perhaps I'll get lucky and have two perfect days in a row...
