WE JAMMIN

Is it just us, or have the men (or ladies) in your lives had a major influence on your musical tastes? From when our dad bought us Thriller (our first tape), to our 7th grade crush who introduced us to grunge, to our first concert - our loves have provided a great soundtrack. 


If our boyfriends were a playlist, this would be it.


Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thorns, Mother Love Bone
Cavern, Phish
Add it Up, Violent Femmes
Can I Kick it? A Tribe Called Quest
Come Together, The Beatles
Sunshine of Your Love, Cream
Redemption Song, Bob Marley
Polly, Nirvana
Caress Me Down, Sublime
Kimberly Austin, Porno for Pyros
Doin' the Cockroach, Modest Mouse
Gold to Me, Ben Harper
Angel from Montgomery, Bonnie Raitt
Helen, Cave Singers
It Was a Good Day, Ice Cube
The General Specific, Band of Horses
Pressure Drop, Toots and The Maytals
Mykonos, Fleet Foxes
Come and Get Me, Timbaland
Tighten Up, The Black Keyes


So, tell us. What's a song + love memory that you hold dear?

TO DELETE? OR NOT TO DELETE?

Question: Do you delete phone numbers of ex boyfriends, hookups, weirdos and random boys you meet at the bar who ask for your number? 


We're torn. Sometimes we do. Because who needs the number of Snake (that's his given nickname, not ours) who drunkenly tried to get us to go home with him one night and then asked for our number when that didn't work? 


But, what about a guy you've gone on a few dates with? If you do, inevitably he'll text and you'll either have to ignore (and wonder if it was actually someone you wanted to talk to) or send the obligatory "Who is this?" response. Which is always awkward. And you didn't want to talk to him anyway.


This just happened to us. Random text from unknown number: "Can I assume you're watching the soccer game?" Who is this and why would they assume we're watching the soccer game? Oh, Man-Who-Prayed-Before-Meals. Where did you come from and why now? Ignore.


But the alternative is you have a ton of unnecessary numbers in the way of the people you actually want to talk to. 


Our brilliant friend once told us she reprograms all numbers with something along the lines of "Do not answer."


What do you do?

FOR THE BIRDS

Last week our second date started off with guy telling us in full detail about a "crazy" girl he went on a date with three days prior. He was really trying to impress us with his open-minded nature.

We realize we want this date to be over as soon as possible and groan (inwardly, of course) when he suggests a walk around Greenlake. We agree to a short one. Which was filled with awkward conversation and making sure hands are occupied in case he tries to grab one. 

As we are walking back to his car, a crow swoops in and attacks the back of his head. A big, black crow! 

He yelled. Who could blame him? He wasn't bleeding. It took a lot of effort for us to not laugh as hard as the situation warranted. 

Seriously, getting swooped by a crow? That'll probably never happen again.

DULY NOTED

Our friend's mom warned her to never knit anything for a man unless you're married.* Too much heart and effort invested on someone who might not pan out.


But, we discovered what you should really never do until you're married: RSVP to gala with your plus one's name. Unless you want to forever get mail (at work!) addressed to you and Mr. Ex. Ugh.


*By the way, she ignored mom, knit him socks for their first Christmas and that's when he knew he wanted to marry her. At least that's one happy ending.