I was wandering around Thomas Street yesterday with Robert during the lunch hour. We stepped into the pet shop and (to some disappointment) there were only caged canaries, boring fish, and some really cuddly bunnies. After we got out all of our Awwwwws, we walked out the back door. And lo! There stood a music store.

We stepped inside and paced into the back room, where all of the guitars and basses were hung. An exquisitely 26-fretted acoustic bass sat in its stand by the corner; I plucked it up in an instant and proceeded to walk its lovely, steely strings in the tune of an old Green Day song. Of course, after maybe 2 minutes, it got my heart thumping heavy, forcing Robert to leave after giving me a perfect “I’ll just leave you two alone…” look. I’m not entirely sure how much longer I was there; all I remember is a bit of Alt-J here, a bit of Vampire Weekend there, a bit of Rage Against the Machine over, a bit of Radiohead under. Needless to say, it was the most romantic thing I’ve done here yet.