"And babe, don't you know it's a pity /That the days can't be like the nights..."

"...In the summer, in the city/ In the summer, in the city/

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head"

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"Summer in the City" by The Lovin' Spoonful

 So it's getting HOT, HOT, HOT in the city, which means, I need to wear more dresses. Here is one of my favorites that I just bought a few weeks ago at Urban Outfitters. Also, yet again, I am introducing my other bag I bought on my last day in France. Again, a Longchamp.

"It's summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good looking
Hush little baby
Don't you cry"

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"Summertime" by Sam Cooke

(outfit details: dress-Urban Outfitters, headband: Camaieu, necklace: Topshop; bracelet: vintage).

You know what else has cute dresses, the topic of summer, and good songs? 500 Days of Summer, which I just now watched from Netflix. I really loved the movie. No need to mention how cute Zooey was, because I already knew that but, BUT, we must mention how great Joseph-Gordon Levitt was. Because he rocked it.

 Best part of the movie: his Karaokee of The Pixies' "Here Comes Your Man." I would advise seeing the whole movie just for that. Also, I much related with his character Tom in the movie who "grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one... This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie 'The Graduate.'"

a) I loved and still love old British pop music. 

b) my favorite film since I was 13 is The Graduate, and I have made no-telling-how-many-friends watch it when they came over to my house.

c) this quote about Tom reminds me of quote from High Fidelity:

"People worry about kids playing with guns…we are scared some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands—literally thousands—of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don’t know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know they’ve been listening to the sad songs longer than they’ve been living the unhappy lives. "

[and finally] d) I feel like I should make a movie just so I can produce such a badass soundtrack as this one had. 

"I'll fly away oh Lord, I'll fly away"

After living in France for 7 months without a trip back to the US, I booked my ticket home for May 4th and it got me to thinkin' that I should blog about my love of airports.

Many people will disagree with me on this sentiment, especially those recently forced to lodge in terminals due to the Icelandic volcanic ash, but I have always had a love of going to the airport because of the excitement, the butterflies I get in my tummy. I usually can't sleep the night before because I am so excited and packing my bags.

Of course, I do have my horrific experiences at the airport: Cut to the scene where I missed my flight from Paris to Munich and shamelessy balled my eyes out for everyone to see and woke up my parents at 5am central time venting my griefs.

 ...And I don't exactly enjoy being on the plane: the smells, the claustrophobia, the weird people sitting next to you.

...but I love everything leading up to getting on the plane.

 When I am at the airport, I feel so, well, cool? Forgive me for using such an anti-climactic, silly term, but the fact that I am even putting words to this confession is embarrassing.Walking through the airport,  I have so much excitement and imagine that other people are thinking, "Ooohhh, where's she off to?" Of course, people do not think this, but I continue to entertain this egocentric view.

My best experiences at airports thus far:

1. On our way home after a family trip in Sanibel Island, my parents come back after talking to the airlines at Ft. Lauderdale airport to tell us that we are re-routing and staying another week in Ft. Lauderdale! 
2. My first plane ride alone at 10 years old to visit my best friend Celeste in Ft. Myers 
3. Going on a father/daughter trip to Chicago, arriving at Nashville airport only to find our flight was delayed. Instead of waiting for the delayed flight, my father came back to tell us that we were going on the next flight to NYC instead (pre-911 restrictions).
4. Volunteering to be the next day-flyer at Charles de Gaulle airport due to an overbooked flight. As a gift from United Airlines, I was put in a 5 star hotel that night with free meals, and flew 1st class the next day. First class should be called "kick ass." 
5. When moving to France, I was worried about how to get on a train from Paris to my little town with all my baggage and lack of knowledge. On my flight over to Paris, I sat next to a lovely French old lady who was going the same place I was. She took care of everything for me!