She's like a millionaire, walking on imported air

Maria being one of the MP3s I uploaded onto my new iPod that will become one of my permanent pocket items. All the music I ever owned has to go on it, hence the great responsibility it must bear.
Sleepover went off goldenly - as we strolled around Serene Centre, I realized what a history I have in this place. I walked there from my grandpa's when the Shelford Road house was still standing and when Mac milkshakes still existed, attempted studying there for all the various landmark exams and failed because cackling card-players and loud music proved non-conducive, sighted various People, and had several lovely, stretched-out chats while varying between stores. Squabbling in the VCD store and bantering with the cute and super-efficient staff over NC16 ratings and the validity of chick flicks, for years now. On Friday, I was glad to introduce to the girls the beauty of teh-tarik ice-cream, country-categorized wine and slapstick-titled children's books. I suddenly remembered the day I sat on the ByDeBook couch laughing and laughing over the Angel-on-a-Mission series, because they HAD stolen my thirteen-year old's idea.
We unintentionally grabbed the similar-themed School of Rock and Almost Famous, with chips to compliment. I want to rave about how nicely they matched, and how fantastic Almost Famous is - "I am the lead singer, and you are the guitarist with mystique - that's the dynamic we agreed on!", " If you ever get lonely you can just go to the record store and visit your friends ", "I am a GOLDEN GOD!" etc. etc. but I'll leave it for when you talk to me next. Which of course made us wish-we-were-good-enough-to-play-in-a-band-and-rock-the-world-mad, meaning I taught Gen to play the guitar till 4am, singing a fairly strange plethora of songs.
Some hours later, we hit Coffee Bean for breakfast, which turned out to be magnificantly delicious - I love my eggs in a cup - then headed for Shaw Towers Crazy Crazy CD sale, passing through cool shophouse alley on the way as led by Cherylene. I bought Jeff Buckley and Compay Segundo and went home happy.
I spent today washing dishes, studying the Manhattan bus map, revising for tomorrow's driving lesson, and discussing housing/transport at UVA with seniors via email. My dad returns from his golfing trip in the Malaysian mountains. I am thinking about banana crumble pie and the fact that I have forgotten.