And sweaters and loose change and cheap cigarettes
It had been her computer when she was in college. My friend Troy called it my Carrie Bradshaw laptop. Having never seen Sex and the City, I had no idea Carrie Bradshaw had a laptop, much less the fact that it was, according to Troy, a big black one with loud keys. But I thought it was pretty rad that when I was single I owned a Sex and the City prop, a chic accessory for a girl from the sticks.
With my hand out the window
And sing ’til I run out of words
I’m gonna stop at every truck stop
Make small talk with waiters and truck driving men
I’m gonna fall asleep in the back seat
With no one around but me and my friends
It’s gonna be so grand
It’s gonna be just like my wedding day
Ricci and I hung on every word of that song. Blasted it when we’d drive from my bungalow to the public pool to swim laps. Loved that we didn’t need boyfriends to have a wedding song. Loved that the lyrics evoked a sense of bliss some girls only experienced on their wedding days.
I’m gonna stop at every bar
and flirt with the cowboys in front of their girlfriends
Obviously, eventually, we got boyfriends.
Consequently, but not on purpose, we stopped listening to Wedding Day. It wasn’t that we were making egg souffle for our boyfriends while whistling Dixie. It’s just that in general, we spent a little less time together, a little less time driving to the pool to swim laps, a little less time pedaling our bikes, a little less time thinking this song would be our one and only wedding song.
It feels good to give up
So good to be good to myself
I’m gonna get on the highway with no destination
And plenty of vision in mind
And I’m gonna drive to the ocean
Go skinny dipping
Blow kisses to venus and mars
Drink good wine in vineyards
And get asked to dance
I’m gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by
Never ever again
This song was my wedding song when I was single. It was appropriate. I could relate to it. I could belt it out in cars. I could be single to it.