I was driving by myself yesterday and was changing radio stations when I heard "Hotel California". Utah Dad hates that song and always changes the station. Since I was alone I left it there and was surprised by the memories recalled.
I couldn't help but remember Steve (I think that was his name). I met him while I was working at the Cougareat. He and his brother came through my line and they were wearing wrist bands for the Eagles concert. His brother dropped his taco salad on the floor and had to come back for another one.
I ran into Steve a few weeks later at a dance. Then he called to ask me out. He took me to the Haunted Forest. He ended up marrying the girl from the other half of the double date. Ya, that's how well that date went.
Isn't it funny that I think of him when I hear that song? It made me laugh.
Over our years together, Utah Dad has pretty much swallowed up most music. He owns the memories associated with everything from Enya to Pink Floyd. Rightfully so. Even so, I can't hear Ace of Base or Bonnie Raitt without remembering my roommate Mandi dancing on the table in our dorm room. Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" will always remind me of the slumber parties we had at my friend Ashley's house when we were twelve. Ahhh. Good memories.