i better find a beret...

so that I can throw it on and play my part in It's A Small World.

Every few mornings, a guy gets on the bus and I think, "I swear, that kid went to St. Bonaventure." He looks like a guy that hung out with the boyfriend of one of the girls I lived with my senior year. But by the time we get to his stop, the bus is usually full enough that he just pushes his way to the back (as good bus etiquette dictates) but now and then, we look at each other with that, "don't I know you" look. Finally, this morning, he had no choice but to stand in the front and he asked if I went to St. Bonaventure (which of course, I did) and we chatted a bit. Turns out he works at some real estate company in the Loop and like me, keeps in touch with just about nobody from college. I remember him being in our apartment now and then simply because he hung out with Phil (the then-boyfriend of my then-friend) but I don't really remember much other than he was always perfectly nice when he was around.

Neat-o-riffic.

After watching Women's Murder Club last night (not an Emmy winner of a show but delightfully simple and entertaining, along with starring Angie Harmon, whom I believe to be super HOT), I was all excited to curl up in bed and listen to my recently-purchased Counting Crows album, Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings. The idea behind the album is that it's broken up into a Saturday nights section, when one goes out in search of sin and debauchery and then Sunday mornings, when you hope to find yourself again. So I wanted to veg in bed and listen to it in its entirety and in the order on the album. Which Apple could make a bit easier by not automatically alphabetizing tracks on an album. I have to listen to it within my "purchased" playlist and not by its own album, which doesn't really matter much but still...who sits down and thinks, "I'm gonna listen to music alphabetically?" Anyhoo. My stupid ass fell asleep very early on Sunday morning. But from what I did listen to, I still believe the Counting Crows have some of the best lyrics ever put to song.

And so begins my day of twiddling my thumbs with nothing to do at work but wait for my mom and aunt to get here. They're coming for a long weekend and should be at Midway at 6:45 tonight, which means this may be the longest day ever!