This morning, I got on a Greyhound Bus for the first time in my life.
I was accompanied by one of my oldest, dearest friends.
Seven years ago, we used to walk the halls of our school, connected by headphones. She had an MP3 player and I had this bizarre denim C.D. case that I wore like a purse. We would split our two sets of hheadphones and sync the same song on our respective media players. (This is how I found out that I could, I fact, hear the difference between a C.D. track and the more stripped-down mp3 format.)
We got on the bus and split headphones. This time, our playlist was more focused on the likes of Nirvana than musicals and pop-rock of younger days.
So, some Nirvana:
And some nostalgia: