Sister Christian

Here we are mid-ride on a PBJ break

My boyfriend and I hopped in the car on Saturday bound for Milwaukee. Having heard that there were some pretty sweet mountain bike trails right through the city along the river, we thought we'd check those out and then follow up our ride with dinner out somewhere other than one of our usual Madison spots. (We ended up at Centro Cafe where we had a delicious meal outside on a beautiful evening.)

On the way to Milwaukee, this classic tune came on the radio:

Sister Christian

Oh the time has come

And you know that you're the only one

To say O.K.

Where you going

What you looking for

You know those boys

Don't want to play no more with you

It's true

You're motoring

What's your price for flight

In finding mister right

You'll be alright tonight

Babe you know

You're growing up so fast

And mama's worrying

That you won't last

To say let's play

Sister Christian

There's so much in life Don't you give it up

Before your time is due

It's true

It's true yeah

Motoring

What's your price for flight

You've got him in your sight

And driving thru the night

Motoring...

Yep, we were motoring, and we were both belting out this song, and, well, I got a little teary. You see, one of my wishes was for a man who shared the same music I did, and I felt super grateful in that moment that I'd found him. Yes, super grateful even though when I explained what I was feeling, his response was:

"I hate this song!"

Uh-huh. Hate it in the way that you love singing along to it, that is...  Ok, so it maybe wasn't quite the moment I thought it was, but we do, in fact, share the same music, and even like a lot of the same music, even if we won't always admit it...