The Song Remembers When

This afternoon, I heard one of my favorites songs: Black by Pearl Jam. As I sang along, a perfect memory flashed in my mind.

It was the summer of 1996 and Mr. Q and I were driving by Otter Cliffs in Acadia National Park, singing along to a mix tape in his Daytona. He was back from two semesters abroad and ready to start senior year. I was a few weeks short of 21 and he bought me wine coolers. We had dinner with friends and then watched our first sunset together from Cadillac Mountain. We were "just friends", but I still think of that day as one of our first dates.

Bliss.

Seven (Weird) Things That I Love

Thanks to Thimbleanna for tagging me and putting an interesting spin on the "seven weird things about me blog meme."

In no specific order, I love these things:

1. McDonald's sweet and sour sauce
2. the smell of wintergreen Skoal (smokeless tobacco)
3. fabric scraps
4. wearing wool socks
5. cumin
6. my husband, in all his geeky glory
7. grammar