I had a good night last night. We smoked and drank specialty beers (a present from your dad) at room temperature. We took turns playing live YouTube videos of our favorite artists and our favorite songs. You ended the show and tell with that one video of Conor Oberst being a pretentious little asshole at a charity event (so awesome) and I ended it with some guilty pleasure Muse.
"You listen to tons of good music"
I burst with satisfaction and confidence.
I could smell the beer on your breath as you suggested we go to bed, and slept so soundly.