JAM! and I were driving through town this afternoon, and as we slowed through the intersection by Rita's the radio was playing some Jason Mraz with a low-key bounce, and I looked out the window at all the people sitting there -- in their coats and hats, eating Italian ice at little red metal tables, squinting in the spring sunshine. They were having conversations I couldn't hear, but they all seemed so relaxed. This one girl, especially, someone said something to her, and she turned her face to him and nodded -- there was something so open in her expression, and it was so obvious that he hadn't said anything important, he had just started a story about something someone said, something mundane, but she was glad hear it. And it was like, how did they get here? What were they doing before this? Were the kids waiting all winter for Rita's to open? Were they thinking about summer? Were they sitting around their houses, all doing different things, watching TV and reading magazines and doing dishes, and someone said, "Hey, why don't we go somewhere?" It was just so Saturday, all these people with nothing better to do. All these people just with each other. And there was this chilly clear weather, and this vaguely sunny music, and it was like watching a whole movie or reading a whole novel or living a whole lifetime in the space of five seconds.

girlboymusic: Yo, is it just me, or is Barack Obama dancing behind her?



Lalanav1: OMG OMG YES IT IS
Lalanav1: THAT IS OBAMA