Jumpin’ Jumpin’

HAPPY FRIDAY!

When I hear this song, I’m instantly transported back to my senior year at Yale. On Valentine’s Day I hosted a Valentine’s Day Massacre, a party for bitter singles, in my huge top floor single room. There were anti-love quotes taped up to the walls,  plenty of hard cider, and tons of people bouncing up and down to this and similarly romantically-cynical songs.

A little less than a month later I started dating the man who would become my husband.