If you’re lucky, you don’t, because that means you were so young when you saw it you don’t remember. (Or you’ve never seen it, in which case you’re not lucky to have something awesome to look forward to.)
For Music Monday, I’m going to take this opportunity to tell you how much of a band geek I was in high school: Through my headphones, I’d listen to particular songs I’d recorded off the radio or other friend’s tapes and I’d… I’d…
My Muay Thai coach called me “fearless” today. No one has ever called me that before.
Last night, I my father-in-law visited me. He passed away a little over a year ago.
I heard some music today that really took me back. The soundtrack to Cruel Intentions.
My ex-fiancé, (from ever so long ago) had shown me the movie, and so it was around the time that I left him that I was listening to the soundtrack a lot. It was a hard break-up, so I was feeling a new freedom.
I was recently back in St. Louis (Wee One and I did a few weekends of fair in mid-Missouri) and one afternoon, we went out with my (step) grandmother. This meant driving around a part of town I was in a lot as a kid, and a bit in high school, so of course it sparked nostalgia. But none so much as the mall: Crestwood mall.
Cohiba had knee surgery almost two weeks ago. (He messed up some ligaments working a Jiu Jitsu move he doesn’t normally do.) He was instructed to fast starting midnight the night before, but his surgery wasn’t scheduled until 2 PM the next day. So he was really really hunger, and bordering on hangry, which is normally me.
I told him I was gonna pick up some coffee right after I dropped him off and he was like, “Gah! Don’t tell me that!”