Saturday night
I am sitting at home with a bowl of cherries and a glass of ice water, listening to Parachutes (which it turns out is the only Coldplay album I actually like enough to own, which would have surprised the hell out of me a while ago) and quietly reading.
If you'd told me when I was 18 that this would be my idea of a fun night, or at least one of them, I think I would have thrown up my hands and despaired.
If you'd told me when I was 18 that this would be my idea of a fun night, or at least one of them, I think I would have thrown up my hands and despaired.
