Top Down, Top Off

I'm having regular dates these days...3 days a week with a personal trainer. Somehow in the past year and a half, I've become rather jabba-the-hutt-esque in my figure, so I'm logging what I eat on a website and having someone reintroduce me to the finer points of push ups, chin ups, and clean and jerking until I can once again see my feet over the bag of beer, doritos, and wings I call a stomach.

Cut to Wednesday night - I'm burning up from burning calories. It's dark and I'm driving through the country. Boys drive around sans shirt all the time, why can't I? So, glad in Nike sports bra support goodness, I meander down the country roads with the top on my car down and my shirt off. It felt awesome! I forsee a ritual coming to be...and in honor of this, I made my latest mix cd:

Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere
Harvey Danger - Flagpole Sitta
R.E.M. - What's the Frequency, Kenneth?
Cake - Rock'n'Roll Lifestyle
Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care
The Arcade Fire - Wake Up
My Morning Jacket - One Big Holiday
Matthew Sweet - We're the Same
Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Better than Ezra - Good
The Shins - New Slang
Townes Van Zandt - Dead Flowers
Modest Mouse - Float On
Rilo Kiley - Under the Blacklight
The Hold Steady - Constructive Summer
The Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight
Pearl Jam - Yellow Ledbetter

And of course, let's toast to the things that inspired this latest mix: sports bras, moonlight, new beginnings and new physiques. Last but not least, let's give a hand to Lady the Convertible and the fun I'll have in her