My dad had an early flight out of BWI this morning, so he stayed over at my apartment last night. It was bizarre. I've had my window open for basically the last month (okay, I closed it when it was supposed to get cold at night and when it got really warm), and I usually have it open all night. But since my dad was there, I was very conscious of how loud it gets outside. The sirens, the cars, the strange noises from the service entrance below. So I closed the window. I guess I'm really not living in that quiet suburbia anymore, but I don't want my parents to think I live in some scary urban ghetto (because I really don't)…but there are a lot of sirens. Ah well.
Then, of course, he got up at 6, took a shower, logged on to AOL, and turned on CNBC. I swear he wasn't even watching or paying attention. I managed to doze through most of it (I never even heard him in the shower), but still. Not cool. Particularly since I didn't sleep very well (probably because I was concerned he wasn't sleeping well). And weird dreams ensued (one involving Cathy Zilinskas being upset that I couldn't go to her wedding).
But hey, when he comes back on Thursday, he's going to take me out to dinner. So it's all good.
Current song in my head:
"Lady Marmalade" from Moulin Rouge