Sitting on the Couch

I forgot who recommended it to me, but the top name on my “Moves to Watch” list is 17 Again. Tonight, I smoked a joint (a half of) on the roof of our building, on a perfectly cool 51 degree evening, got a little high, and came downstairs. And threw on a movie.

The scene with Zac Efron, the guy who has a great cameo in the movie I Love You Man, and Jan from the Office. I could not believe the writing. The perfect lines. Delivered by the perfect people. With the perfect first scene after the plot twist. I was legitimately cracking up. I want to know who wrote those lines and sit across the table from them and shake their hand.

It had been a longer day; Miles threw up at 8am and we took a shower together at 8:15. And he’s been cranky and I’ve been tired since.

But we took a walk from 4-5ish, he was calm the entire time, I cleared my head the entire time, called my Dad, and talked about the game. The game? What game? Good question. UCLA U of A played at Intuit Dome last night and my dad absolutely shat on Intuit for 10 of 12 minutes of the conversation. But the game? The game was fantastic. I watched it on the couch.

I was sitting by myself at 11:40pm EST, with my heart racing 140 beats per minute and UCLA up 1. And due to my supraventricular tachycardia, I know exactly what 140 beats per minute is. Because in the treadmill test at 13, my heart sprinted to 200 bpm. They advised against certain drugs, stress, and coffee for the rest of my life. Not that hard. But that’s not important. At 13, when UCLA played U of A at McKale, I was in the top section where they housed the away fans. All the way at the fucking top. To where they made you feel like you couldn’t see the game, even though you could. And I screamed at the top of my lungs for UCLA, doing 8-claps with passion. This game was always circled on the calendar. It was circled on the calendar last night as well, and texting with many of my Tucson friends during the game made it all the more enjoyable. It’s been a tradition in the inner family and friend circles a long time, and last night held true to the tradition.

The couch has so many hidden qualities. I napped on the couch today because I was dead exhausted and so was our son in the other room. We both napped 90 minutes and I think I had seven dreams.

The couch can serve as a bed. It can serve as a hang-out spot. It can serve as a dinner locale. It can serve as a viewing destination.

I miss watching games on the couch. Many times, you’re on the go, at the bar, watching on a table, or with other people. I miss just being able to just sit back and watch. Especially when it is Arizona vs. UCLA. It felt right being a part of that last night.

Just like it felt right renting 17 Again. 17 Again is a good movie that has gotten lost in a sea of bad. Everything that is right about 17 Again is wrong about what is happening today. The allowable humor. The genuine-ity. The natural presentation of life’s challenges.

I miss things. I think a lot of people miss things. I miss sitting on the couch. And watching. And laughing. What do you miss?