SWITCHFOOT
1 YEAR LATER
Dear Mood Music,
Wanna be my date to the county fair this weekend? I’ll bring your favorite treats and a dog. She’s adorable and particularly hard to say no to.
Also, questioning my attraction to a woman who listed Bryan Adams in her top 80’s list. Who are you?
P.S. Take On Me is the single greatest 80’s song of all time.
See ya tomorrow. Love you,
Melody Man
Melody Man,
The audacity! Bryan Adams is a treasure, Mister. And for the record (see what I did there?), Ms. Jan totally agrees with me. She said he was tolerable… so HA! I win. (I should mention she was highly focused on eatin’ the cookies I brought her today and seemed less interested in our everlasting battle than in the sprinkles). Anyway… I’ll meet you in Moody Soundtracks where Twilight will be the only correct response.
I will say yes to the fair for nothing less than two corn dogs and a piggy back ride.
I got Dolly a pink puppy bed for my place today. She loves it and is a big fan of this shared custody arrangement.
And, I love you, MM.
Forever and Ever, Amen
Mood Music
Mood Music,
I accept your conditions but never your song selections.
See you soon.
Ry
“What do you think you’re doin’, Ryan Hood?!” Ginny marched after her boyfriend, head on a swivel in the giant crowd as he strode away from her, with their dog in tow, towards the ferris wheel on the other side of the street.
“I told you I wanted to ride the ferris wheel with you. We can canoodle at the top. I know how much you love canoodlin’.” He pulled Dolly to a stop, where she sat like the perfect, fluffy fur baby she was, watching her human parents volley back and forth.
Ginny stomped her foot on the ground, pretending it was Ryan’s big foot she was stomping on, but fought her smile. He was ruining her plans. Probably on purpose.
Like he had for the last six weeks.
“And I toldyou,” she said, sauntering over to him and pulling her pink scrunchie from her wrist to wrap her hair in a fast bun, “that I wanted to be near the stage for the music. I heard there’ll be cloggers tonight. I know how much you love clog dancin’. We can totally make out duringCotton-Eyed Joe.”
“Will you be makin’ an appearance with said cloggers?”
“Nah. My time has come and gone.”
“Then, I’m not interested.” He looked towards the ferris wheel, longingly, but Ginny wouldn’t be hindered. Not this time.
He breathed deep and looked up at the starry sky overhead, counting breaths like she knew he did when he was close to kissin’ her or losing his mind.
“Come on, Ry,” she said, slipping her hand into his and kissing his jaw. “Just for a minute, and then we can eat our weight in pies and ride the ferris wheel until we puke in the alleyway… for old times’ sake.”
“I love you, you loon.”
