Hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla bop!

What do you mean you have no idea what I’m talking about?

“Gimme a bottle of anything. And a glazed donut. To go.”

Yep, it’s musical nostalgia time.

Man, he was so soooooooooooooo hot. I ran into him in person at Castle Donington once. Shirtless. Grinning directly at me.
*eyes roll back in head*
But I digress.

Paul has been infected with the MP3 bug. And he went to track down the old records. And we spent the evening listening to Yankee Rose, Just a Gigolo, I’m easy, Stand Up, Elephant Gun, Tobacco Road, Ladies Night in Buffalo… and and and.

We sat there, reminiscing, reliving “The Glory Days” of when we did all the things that… we get annoyed about now. LOL!

How DARE those kids drive down the road at top speed, windows down, legs hanging out of the window, music blasti— uh. Wait.
But they run motorbikes outside, racing in the pa– uh. Nevermind.

I wonder if people still “Park” where we used to uh… yeah. Nevermind! TMI!

But yeah, listening to things like “Goin crazy (from the heat)” brought back those times we drove to Cornwall, the hot summers on the beach there, the body boarding… The fact that Paul (and I) had hair down to our backsides and that hairbands were cool.

I can only recommend digging out the stuff you used to listen to… and sit down together and remember. It’s fun and it reminds you why you love the person you’re with, because sometimes… we forget.