Plan was set on Friday that a couple of friends were supposed to come over for dinner tonight. One was to bring the famous roasted duck, the other one was to grab some famous roasted pork in town. I was to serve up the booze. The plan was simple, we were going to stuff our face silly with some greasy grub, chase them down with bottles of wine and yak the night away.
But damn it, the plan fell through. The one with the duck couldn't make it.
So I spent the night in. I spent it cleanning my room: dusting the book shelves, tidying my wadrobe, mopping the floor and changing the sheet.
When my room was all spotless and smelling great, I sat and drank my Chardonnay.