Is it possible to be nostalgic for a decade in which you did not even live in? Because I am.

I'm laying in bed researching possible vacation spots and fancy hotels and bed and breakfasts while listening to the Frank Sinatra station on Pandora. Bad combination. It's quickly turning me into a hopeless romantic... okay, that's a lie. I was already one to begin with.

Why can't big band music be popular again? Why can't we wear clothes made by Edith Head and Oleg Cassini? It's just not fair. I want to dance!!! Really dance. Not grind. Not bob. Not flail. Just... dance (cheeck to cheeck) to music where I can understand the lyrics and they are sweet, not trashy and make me smile. Where's my gentleman?

-sigh-

Later days, suaver romance.