i try to be pretty self aware and politically correct on this blog, but today i'm stressed and snarky and sort of don't care.
hey harvard and stanford,
you can't play this at your graduation ceremony:
yeah, i've blogged about this song before, and you're thinking "okay erin, you lived in new york for a second, get over it." but like i said, i'm emotional right now, and that tune means something to me. 88th and york, little second floor walk-up, fox in the stroller, baby indie in the baby bjorn, walking across central park and back just for cookies, yelling at cab drivers, ignoring unsolicited advice from strangers regarding my parenting skills, and best friends i will love forever... is it really over? did it actually happen?
so hearing jay-z rapping across columbia's hallowed campus immediately following matt's graduation ceremony made me justifiably weepy. thank goodness the tears quickly turned to laughs when i spotted my husband on the jumbotron waving one dollar bills while singing along. i'm surprised he even had that much cash. we's broke.
congratulations, mjb. you can make it anywhere.