trapped like a fly, but loving it

Twice in the last month i have made plans with the fabulous Miss Colleen, Esq to work on my Local See and Do List since i need to mark at least six things off before the end of May and i am currently at only two local things seen and done.
Plans were set in place, i drove to Virginia to meet up with her and we never left her apartment.
Really, her place is like a frickin' gravity well.
It's cozy and comfortable with a gigantic sofa that wouldn't fit in my living room and televisions bigger than my kitchen. She has On Demand in one room and some something else in the other so we can peruse two totally different sets of music videos. She even Tivoed the 30 Seconds to Mars MTV Unplugged episode for me in HD so that it is always there.
We have the best intentions of going into the city to find the George Washington as Zeus statue or visit the WWII Memorial, but... the apartment... it's just so dang comfortable.
I will say that one weekend we were challenged by track work at her Metro stop and another it was cold and windy, but honestly we could have surmounted those obstacles if we were committed to the plan.
 Instead, we stay in our pajammies, order subs, burrow into the couch like hedgehogs and watch movies and videos. Every once in a while there might be a potty break or a run to the fridge for more beverages, but that's about it for movement. Partway through the day we will haul ourselves into her room to attack the next service's catalog of videos. Eventually we'll order Thai food.
It is glorious. 
I'm always a little sorry that we haven't gotten anything else checked off of the list, but mostly i am happy and relaxed. That's the way it is with Colleen; we like to do cool things together, but never feel compelled to have to do things. Sometimes we'll just hang out and read. Her living room might be the chillest place i know.
This week's quote kinda captures the flavor of that type of friendship; it comes from Jonathan Auxier's Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes:

There is something wonderful that happens between true friends when they find themselves no longer wasting time with meaningless chatter. Instead, they become content just to share each other's company. It is the opinion of some that this sort of friendship is the only kind worth having. While jokes and anecdotes are nice, they do not compare with the beauty of shared solitude.

It does however mean that if i am ever gonna get a chance to go to the reading room at the Library of Congress, i'll have to meet her in the city cause going to her house is like running headlong into a spiderweb - without all of the pesky liquifying and consuming of my vital organs, of course.