This weekend was actually lovely. I cooked dinner for a friend, watched Love Actually, saw Les Miserables (which was MIND BLOWINGLY INCREDIBLE. I cried 3 times), made lemon bars and am currently in the middle of preparing snacks for a Golden Globes soiree consisting of Trader Joe’s snacks, cheap champagne, and this drinking game Tina Fey and Amy Poehler made up themselves.
But the highlights of the weekend were my flea market finds. Once a month at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena is the mothership of all flea markets. We’re talking GIGANTIC here. It’s one of my all time favorite things to do on a Sunday. I’ve gone with friends a few times before but found I almost enjoy going by myself more. It gives me time to wander down all of the aisles with my tea in hand and just be alone with my thoughts as I look aimlessly through all of the antiques.
All of my money usually goes toward buying records. I’ll sit and sort through boxes of old records for hours if needed and today, it came through in the clutch. I walked out of the Rose Bowl with Fleetwood Mac, Bruce Springsteen, The Beatles, Foreigner, Pat Benetar, Frank Sinatra, Lynyrd Skynyrd and The Eagles all for under $45. My face was the equivalent of a child who had just discovered sugar cubes.
To the music gods, thank you for shining your light on me today. I definitely felt your power and vibes course through my veins as I discovered Bruce Springsteen’s Born To Run record for ONLY $10. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Rock on.
Oh and PS, this gem finally arrived in the mail this weekend. That’s Ed Sheeran’s beautiful face if you didn’t recognize it. I didn’t tear up or cry a little as I took it out of the packaging or anything dramatic like that. Or maybe I did. (I definitely did.)