How soon is later?

via Daily Prompt: Later

So you can tell I am a HUGE Smiths fan. For  all of you that got the reference in the first place.   I digress from the word prompt today….when I think about later, I think the most obvious of course, the moment in time that I will do those dreaded things on my to do list. Right now, there’s a small number of items on the list.

I will:

  • change the lightbulbs in my lamps that are not critical
  • organize and spring clean my clothes wardrobe
  • read all my French magazines and the health magazines I meant to be inspired by
  • finally try mushrooms
  • go to Costco and downgrade that membership I never use
  • make the same mistake twice



Obvious music pairing: The Smith’s song that inspired me!



Throwback Thursday 3: the “tape”

So I am taking you way back…..way back and I don’t even want to date myself, but I may have to. We are talking 1987. We are talking first boyfriend. If you could call him that. There are so many things I could say about this guy. I wouldn’t say they were great. I’d probably say that he was persistent, pressuring, chauvinistic, and a bit obnoxious. The kind of guy that would order meat for his vegetarian girlfriend in Portuguese at the D.C. Brazilian restaurant, simply because he was, yes, Brazilian. The kind that would break up with this girlfriend when she didn’t want to give in and sleep with him. She was a virgin for God’s sake. And no, I have no clue when I started writing in the third person. That’s annoying and I will stop now.

So as you can imagine at that tender time in my senior year of high school, I was more enamored at the idea a guy was spending time with me and paying attention to me at all. I was slightly (understatement of the year) unpopular. It was senior year and I was NOT going to take him to  prom just because I found a boyfriend. I had nothing to prove to those people. While the Brazilian and I were ever so briefly dating, he made me a  cassette tape. Not just any tape. An amazing tape of music of the times. And yes, we’re talking 11987. . The number one song I will always remember on that tape is by Erasure (Oh l’amour).  I have to go through my numerous boxes in storage and see if I still have it. I can’t remember or imagine getting rid of it. Who knew? Who knew that in 2017 I would still be in love with 80s music. If you know how to make cassette tapes into CD’s let me know! Please. I beg of you. It’s that awesome!

Needless to say about a week after he gave that cassette to me, he broke up with me because I wasn’t ready to sleep with him. That’s what he said anyway. But at least I got my tape. And I may still have it!


Music pairing: Erasure’s Oh l’amour, obviously!!


I have these memories of different experiences that get brought up to the surface when I watch movies and listen to music. So there’s this one movie that actually makes me think of many, many different experiences and relationships in the span of less than 2 hours. Yep: Good Will Hunting. The most predominant  memory is from college. The geography isn’t identical, but I can definitely relate. There are a few people I am still friends with that may have some relationship to this story; like all of my experiences, I keep everything anonymous. I loved this movie, but when the parts that make me cry come on the screen, I realize it’s a combination of different parts of my life are simply culminating simultaneously. It is mostly the memory of the townie (as we called the Will Hunting types)?

I went to a small liberal arts college in eastern PA. In a slightly economically depressed area (at least then).  Somehow, my friends and I met up with a guy about town. He did not go to our college. I am pretty confident he didn’t go to any college or school near by. In our little college area, he was what we called a  townie. It’s not the nicest term. Or judgement free. I am well aware of that. This is my 18ish year old mind and not quite open to the people who had chosen another path. There was a lot to say about this guy C.  And nothing at all. We spent some time with him. I think I hooked up with him a few times, at least once in my vague memory. I don’t think he EVER came to my dorm, but I remember sneaking in his house. He was not allowed to be there. We snuck in late at night and had to leave by the window, I think. This seems insane, I know. And the fact I may have done this more than once. It was a most foreign idea that you wouldn’t have access to your own bedroom, being kicked out of your home. It kind of seemed foreign that you didn’t want to go to college. It didn’t occur to me that some people maybe weren’t provided the choice or it wasn’t an option. I honestly was so closed  up in a bubble and going to an independent college with ivy growing on the walls that it didn’t occur to me. That didn’t mean  I wasn’t open to learning about people and having interesting experiences.  I engaged in so many new experiences. I was too young for regrets.  This townie taught me magic tricks. This townie introduced me to an alternate universe. A universe in which parents were not generally present in their children’s lives or supportive. Possibly, looking back, this was the universe of tough love. Perhaps C. was a fuck-up. After spring break that year, he forever disappeared forever. But by then my life was forever changed by this guy C., the mysterious townie.


Music pairing: as inspired by the movie, listen to Baker Street. I believe it is on the Good Will Hunting soundtrack.