After my alliterative friend downed 16 Keystones and started his own impromptu dance party while celebrating the outcome of the Superbowl, the roommates and I cleaned up our little party. The one-dimpled friend who brought his beautiful big screen TV in addition to his HD cable box didn't feel like taking it home, so he said he'd come back in a few days to pick it up.
As you may or may not know, today was the season premiere of "Heroes," which is (embarrassingly enough) my favorite show as of late. My Sylar crush is entirely inappropriate and I just want to put Hiro Nakamura in my pocket because he's so damned cute.
To tie my first two paragraphs together, the cable box on loan is a DVR which means I could record "Heroes" while I was at a basement show. I was so excited and when I wrote my schedule for the day, I included coming home to watch "Heroes" on a big screen TV, fast forwarding through the commercials. HOWEVER no such thing took place. Everyone who knew what they were doing told me that it was all set to record at 9/8c. Granted, I don't know how to work these new fangled television sets with their flat screens and high definitions, but I think I know enough to know that there were no genetically superior heroes and villains waiting for me.
So while I was standing awkwardly in a stranger's basement listening to surprisingly good jams, I had the hopes that when I came home and put on my pajajays, I could sit on the couch and marvel in the high-definition large screened goodness that is Monday nights on NBC. Alas, the gods spared me a parking ticket when I parked somewhere before I was allowed to only to take away the one thing that got me out of bed this morning.
The gods have a sick sense of humor.
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