A Moratorium On Calvin For Men

Seriously. It is trailing me. The concert the other night was awesome. Outdoor music is the way to go. The smells are what stuck with me the most. Beer, cut grass, Grass grass, wet dirt, wild roses. And the damn cologne the ex BF wore. Combined with the odd status message he had up that day on Yahoo, and there ya have it. Oh and of course the fact that the last time I was at that venue was my wedding reception to the ex husband. And it was the anniversary too!

Lucky 13.

Oy.

On the subject of smells though, is there really anything out there more powerful when it comes to bringing back memories? It's smells and music in a tie for first place for me. And God forbid we get them both at once.

Back to work, lunch is over. Going to stick a clothes pin on my nose now and try not to think about any of it.