Spring Vibrations

Today is the official first “warm” day of the year. My car thermometer read 60 degrees at noon and you would’ve thought someone told me unicorns actually exist or something because I’ve been pretty darn smiley ever since. I’m working on pulling together some more spring “must-haves” but until then I figured I could at least share my current spring-y music obsession.

 If you haven’t joined the Ellie Goulding bandwagon yet, I strongly suggest you get on board. My best description of her music is that it’s mostly “pop meets techno” (please don’t hate on me music snobs, I know nothing of your lingo). Anyways, however you want to describe it, it’s music that’s sure to get me amped up for both my first outdoor run in months in which I shall be sporting shorts (and snow-white legs) AND for summer nights in the city.

I would suggest just about every single one of her songs but ‘The Writer’ has been on repeat on my work playlist for days now. Just makes me wanna throw on some sea-foam green skinnies, a flowy top, and pick a nauseatingly perfect bouquet of flowers….with bunnies hopping around… and baby chicks.. OK, I’m done… and butterflies…

Note: I'm aware this song's message is rather depressing, I still dig it.

Here's to making it through the rest of the week...

Last night was awkward. my friend, Callan, and I decided to check out a weekly 5k that one of our favorite local bars offers... turns out a local running club hosts it and, oh yeah, they're all training for the Boston Marathon. The group leader told us,  prior to the run, that we'd most certainly come in last (we didn't by the way) and that we could enjoy some of the free food offered to the runners after the race (schwing!) Clearly, we were instant outcasts amongst this crowd but there isn’t a person alive who could keep me from enjoying a free meal so after the race we grabbed a beer and some food, weaved our way through the other runners, and plopped ourselves down to eat. That’s when a man decked out in long underwear, neon, and longish sweaty hair decided to join us. We made polite conversation with him as he lectured us on running and life in general until he started patting my back and all bets were off… as Callan and I made our way back to my car, the giggling began…

By the time we made it back to Callan’s apartment we had pretty much lost it. Our friend, Michelle, joined us  and the conversation shifted to our taste in music in middle school. At this point, Callan and Michelle stunned me with a flawless impersonation of C’est La Vie by B*Witched. By the end of the night we were all laughing so hard we could hardly catch our breaths. You absolutely had to be there to find any of this as hysterical as we did, but I woke up still giggling this morning. Nights like that are a complete reminder that laughter is absolutely the best medicine.

Oh, and, you’re welcome…..