matt and i biked up to the Diner last week because it seemed that we would die if we didn't get a cookie dough shake and as we were eating and chatting (and watching Matt Skiba walk in and complain to the waitress that he can't believe they don't have a Cesar salad anymore) a decent 80's radio mix started playing. this came on and i can't shake it ever since...
i guess it's because it's mid-summer, but i'm having the most sharp, vivid memories come back to me of hanging poolside at my grandparent's while my mom was at work, cleaning their house (yes, that was one of her jobs for awhile) and just being the most care free, little summer break kid and blasting this song while getting my tan on. pretty positive one of those weird swimsuits that was a hybrid one piece and two piece, connected on the sides, was involved. kinda sick of rehashing nostalgia, but this memory was so intense i didn't know what else to do with it. and for what it's worth, Phil Oakey is cripplingly gorgeous in this video.
