Tonight as I was making all my meals for the week, I decided it only best to:
1. Drink the "wine of the week" from Market Street Wine Shop
2. Add olives to my cous cous
3. Listen to my old mixed CDs that have been collecting dust in my car.
I picked the wine because it was $5.25--a steal!--and because it has a crab on the label. Plus, it's a little sparkly. Can't go wrong. I added the olives because I saw it on Pinterest and I seriously can't stop eating them. Your life is better knowing this.
The CDs that were living in the attachment of my visor were my old go-tos. There's my second copy of Songs About Jane (the first one literally had a hole burned through it and I'm pretty sure contributed to the demise of my car's sound system). There's the Blacksburg 2008 Epic Power Hour!!! Always a solid choice when I want to feel incredibly happy and sad at the same time. There's John Mayer's Continuum...
I also found, 'It Was the Best of Times; It Was the Worst of Times'--my 18 year-old heart's attempt to understand and rage against my first heartbreak. I was particularly disturbed to find that this one no longer works, as I think it features the auditory stunners of Avril Lavigne, No Doubt, and the ever-classy N.E.R.D.
The one I finally decided to play through and through was aptly named, "Shoot Me Now." I'm starting to see a theme here. It's funny--I think this CD was crafted somewhere between my junior and senior years of college, and while some songs hold strong, others have completely different meanings to me. Obviously, Apologies is features front and center. But there's also the Dixie Chick's 'Home,' and Fiona Apple's Criminal; not a song that I would now associate with feeling miserable. On the contrary, this is one of the best sing-in-your-car-till-your-heart-bursts-with-new-female-pride songs. There's a mixture of Dave Matthews; a few David Grays; obviously Beyonce; and finally, the most depressing song that ever was, Coldplay's See You Soon.
Let's face it--this song is on every somewhat sad to heart-wrenching mixed CD I've ever created. I think it's my secret sad song, because it's never one you hear playing anywhere, ever. Yet every time it comes my way, I'm transported back to a tiny plane flying from New Orleans to Charlottesville in 2004 and it's just as moving now as it was then.
Anyway. I guess my pointless point is this: find your old mixed CDs. Grab some wine. Treat yoself to an emotional meal and thank me later.
Over and out. Don't get excited.
