Mr. Jarcy and I went to go see "Sex And The City" on Friday. He said he scored major points for attending and I tend to agree with him. I loved watching the HBO series, however, the movie was just okay for me. I'd watch it again even but I think at home. Since when did those ladies start shrieking every occasion they get together? They didn't do that on the series, that is an annoying and new habit possibly picked up from the years long hiatus.
Now on to sex watching number two only this time it was real and unintentional.
Mr. Jarcy and I live on the top floor of a three flat. It is the only three flat on the street and on either side of us are two flats. Two two-flats down a teenage boy and his girlfriend decided to engage in some rather interesting sex acts on top of their roof! It is plainly, painfully obvious that we are at eye level with them and yet they still decided this was a good idea. They didn't even seem to have the decency to look for movement in our apartment before starting up. I was diddy bopping around the house in a bathrobe so clearly I wasn't expecting anyone to view me either. So for a good 20 minutes we were stuck in our living room because we didn't want to walk by mid-act. His family just threw him a graduation party a few weeks ago...guess his girlfriend finally came over to give him his present.
Both experiences this weekend left Mr. Jarcy and I feeling somewhat old and boring but I think I'm okay with that.
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