I left my house this morning before 7a.m., so I could stop at the Safeway and pick up some ingredients for a Skinny Buffalo Chicken Dip. We're celebrating the Superbowl at work and even though I don't root root root for the Giants or the Patriots, wearing jeans is reason enough to participate. (Casual Friday is not in our vocabulary.) So I donned my Randel El Redskins jersey, jeans, and pumas from the seventh grade and hopped in my car before the sun started to shine.
It's amazing how many differences one hour makes. Although there were fewer people driving to work, there was a world of activity going on early in the morn. I saw a few window washers, an old-school trash collector, and dozens of empty streets. If I didn't mind getting out of bed early, this hour would be right up my ally.
I had another run-in with nostalgia yesterday after work. I had the chance to drive through the town where I went to high school on my day to the dentist office. Although I visit my parents pretty regularly these days, I have little to no reason to drive through the tiny town of Edgewater. Definitely will have to do that again because the memories just blurred by as I drove down the main street: driving late to school, tap dancing classes, barbecue ribs, county fairgrounds, library visits. Good times :)
There's a song I've been hearing a lot on the radio that fits with my recent reminiscing trend. It's Eric Church's "Springsteen" and the lyrics are:
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Too right. Melodies, sights, and smells have a way of bringing me back to welcome me home wherever I am. Good times.
Would you rather play the Memory Game or the Game of Life?
PS. My coworkers LOVED the dip. I don't think they even realized it was low calorie!
PPS. My sister always used to make me play Life when we were younger. Ugh. BAD memory ;)