Last night my cousin and I were watching still more Gilmore Girls. (This is what happens when you don't have cable; you watch an entire season of one show on DVD.) It was so hot inside of my apartment that we decided to move outside.
I joked that we should move the TV outside, but that idea was quickly vetoed. So, we transferred the DVD to my laptop, set the laptop on the table outside, brought out snacks, and turned on the show.
My computer does not play loudly enough to be heard over the din of passing trucks, busses, and airplanes, so my cousin brought out her earbuds from her ipod. She put one in her left ear, I put one in my right ear, and for the rest of the night we moved in sync if we wanted to avoid any gaps in the show (except for those two times that she moved forward quickly, ripping the earbud out of my ear.)
It was so nice to be in the cool, late-night breeze, laughing at two hilarious episodes, and eating ritz crackers with cheese that it took some time for my cousin and I to realize that there were several tiny white bugs on the wall and the edge of the table. And her leg.
I don't think either one of us has ever moved so fast. For the rest of the night, we both kept thinking there were bugs on us and would jump at the slightest brush of hair across our cheek or the other's arm on our arm. This morning we laughed about it, but I'm pretty sure there won't be any outdoor showing of Gilmore Girls tonight.
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