He said it made his day.
I lugged the record player and the bag full of records up the stairs and entered their townhouse. Kuz and I had picked out a small collection of vinyls to bring back, much to his roommates’ delight.
Especially our friend Kevin. His face lit up when I gave him the 99-cent Barry Manilow records we’d scored at a thrift store.
We watched the new Walking Dead episode as a group (it’s a weekly ritual) but then rifled through the records I’d brought back.
From Barry Manilow to Queen to Styx to The Beatles; we were happy campers. We sat around until midnight, dreading the return of classes in the morning.
“Can we just skip classes tomorrow and do this, instead?” Kevin asked, jokingly.
I knitted and sang, enjoying my friends’ company.
“We listened to a lot of music today,” Kuz said.
Yeah. We really did.
What a perfect day.