tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181572600347556897.post6040214608927733709..comments2023-11-24T04:56:41.186-06:00Comments on Well Actually . . .: The Next To Be With You. . .Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03493514540618625663noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181572600347556897.post-34457250092681385362011-02-23T13:46:12.711-06:002011-02-23T13:46:12.711-06:00Rando story you could probably care less about? T...Rando story you could probably care less about? That's right, I'm about to tell one. <br /><br />This song always, always, ALWAYS makes me think of Mr. D. When we first met I had this song on a mix cd in my car and it seemed like everytime I was going to see Mr. D or we had just finished hanging out together...I'd get in my car and this song would come on. What can I say? It spoke to me. Here we are all these years later. Oh yea...and Mr. D had looooong hair at that point in his life. Hah. Like long enough to french braid. Ahhhh, memories. <br />To this day that song always makes me think of Mr. D and our college days. Cruising around Gainesville with butterflies. :)Home Is Where the Hart Ishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07384759365776864691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181572600347556897.post-12534021829632316002011-02-22T22:04:47.592-06:002011-02-22T22:04:47.592-06:00Oh yes. Great song selection. The long hair. The v...Oh yes. Great song selection. The long hair. The vests. The clapping. The tambourine. What's not to love about that video?<br /><br />You mentioned driving on the parkway--Bluegrass Parkway, by chance? That is the most boring drive ever. I hate driving it alone. I definitely have to have my iPod ready with good music.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17055088927357438566noreply@blogger.com