The Rolling Stones are just down the street from me and that's why all the fireworks have gone off. They seem to only come to town near my birthday. It's beginning to become tradition. Elena's birthday. Stones come to town. No money to go see them. * pretty pretty pretty pretty such a pretty girl
Someone posted a picture of them, reminding me how much I adored this film. So I went and found this clip and... they are making out to BONNIE RAITT. Fuck yes.
~a former friend's twenty-first birthday ~a work day that has been canceled ~an unexpected middle of a long weekend ~a chance to go (red) ~the beginning anew of an older tradition* *take a sunday morning walk to buy coffee and the New York Times