We gushed about our love lives (them) and lack thereof (me) and reminisced while listening to 90's music. Eventually my guitar came out. It's been months since I played and to say I am rusty is to be very generous. Even when I was playing every day, I wasn't very good. But I love making music happen, even if it's mediocre.
My fingers remembered the chords but switched too slowly and my voice was off key. After a few seconds of the first song the soft pads of my fingertips were already sore. They heard me play when I was at the top of my game so they knew how off I was. Still they clapped and laughed and sang along with the words they knew.
This is the thing with my sisters, they are supportive without trying. They aren't the sort to just be nice for courtesy's sake. They were genuinely entertained. Which probably explains why I kept playing well after the chords were sloppy and my fingers were numb-I can't type today because they are still tingly.
Enjoy the last weeks of summer!