When you're housesitting, there's a whole library of music and books that you want to try out. This evening, while going through their CD collection, I came across Carly Simon's Anticipation album. I haven't heard this album since I was a little kid running around Sea Ranch, and all of a sudden, my childhood is flooding back. This is surprisingly intense. I'm trying to get ready to go out, but quite frankly, I don't want my ride to show up because I need to re-experience this album. Seriously. I'm about to cry.
It's a sad day in the life of Beth when I'd rather spend a Saturday night making a fire and listening to Carly Simon instead of hitting the town with my friends. They'd never let me get away with it, but secretly, it's what I really want to do.
I know you all think I have shitty taste in music, and fuck you very much by the way. But do yourself a favor and get this album.
Fuck. I need a hankie.