Driving again, radio on again and so of course lots of thinking. Or remembering. Pink Floyd on the radio, pouring rain, dark skies, interior of my cars counsel glowing warmly ..and i have a good memory of the ex husband.
Its funny to me because every time i have a good memory of him, i say it out loud "i found a good memory!" which vindicates me and my youthful bad judgement that lasted well into adulthood. I laughed this time too. And smiled even. Holy shit, it's a miracle.
He was graduated, i was a junior in high school- we liked to lock the door of his bedroom, turn out the lights, light a candle, turn on the blue light for the posters on the wall and turn on Pink FLoyd.......light up a joint, along with the incense (because THAT wasn't a dead giveaway) and smoke. And listen to the music. And have hours upon hours of making out. hours.
Those were the days people......not a care in the world, just good tunes and hormones.
Oh Pink Floyd...........how many times did i use "the wall" as an excuse to stay out after curfew? It played during midnight madness at the West Farms mall when the mall actually had a movie theater. We did actually see it a couple of times, but mostly we played the tape in the Dodge Dart and made out in the parking lot. The windows would steam up.......good times. Little talking.
I have a little history with parking lots apparently. ugh. But i digress.
Thank you Pink Floyd for the company on the ride home today and the memories that album brought to mind. It's been a long time since i could listen the them without feeling a little bit ill. Music does that to me, calls forth all the feelings. This time i let it. It was nice to re-visit some pleasurable times when love was simple and being kissed all night was enough.
Its funny to me because every time i have a good memory of him, i say it out loud "i found a good memory!" which vindicates me and my youthful bad judgement that lasted well into adulthood. I laughed this time too. And smiled even. Holy shit, it's a miracle.
He was graduated, i was a junior in high school- we liked to lock the door of his bedroom, turn out the lights, light a candle, turn on the blue light for the posters on the wall and turn on Pink FLoyd.......light up a joint, along with the incense (because THAT wasn't a dead giveaway) and smoke. And listen to the music. And have hours upon hours of making out. hours.
Those were the days people......not a care in the world, just good tunes and hormones.
Oh Pink Floyd...........how many times did i use "the wall" as an excuse to stay out after curfew? It played during midnight madness at the West Farms mall when the mall actually had a movie theater. We did actually see it a couple of times, but mostly we played the tape in the Dodge Dart and made out in the parking lot. The windows would steam up.......good times. Little talking.
I have a little history with parking lots apparently. ugh. But i digress.
Thank you Pink Floyd for the company on the ride home today and the memories that album brought to mind. It's been a long time since i could listen the them without feeling a little bit ill. Music does that to me, calls forth all the feelings. This time i let it. It was nice to re-visit some pleasurable times when love was simple and being kissed all night was enough.
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