The most refined lady bugs do it, when a gentleman calls

I've been listening to the music from the film, Midnight in Paris, on repeat for about a day now. How? Might you ask? Someone was kind enough to track down all of the songs used in the film (and their originals) and compile a 52 song playlist that supplies me with relaxing music for about 2.9 hours. It's pretty much amazing. This is the same guy who made pizza and drank wine with me on New Year's Eve and watched the movie with me, all without complaining.

The film, though not one of Woody Allen's best, but certainly not one of his worst, started my newly rediscovered love and appreciation for Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Stein and all of the allure of Paris in the '20s (granted, that love has been there for quite some time, but the film proved a good reminder). The characters in the film are complete - yet loveable -  parodies of the great artists we've so grown to love. Hemingway, of course, is the best.

Think about it.