Mister Cupcake and I were chewing the fat this evening and Mister Cupcake declared that:
The most 70s song of all time is Paul Simon's Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover.
I must say I could not refute him. He knows his 70s culture, as do I, and seeing as both of us grew up in The San Fernando Valley we're both all too familiar with what it means to scratch and claw your way out of a geographical region that is slowly morphing into a GIANT ARMPIT.
Nevertheless, we made it. And we both feel a sense of triumph for it. Kind of like how Sir Edmund Hillary must have felt when he reached the summit of Mount Everest. Except without the dolphin shorts too snug in the crotch and feathered helmet hair.
Have a bitchen summer,
Tiffany from Flute Class