Record Player

So I went over to my friend Lindsay's apartment to watch the Superbowl (which I'm actually not really watching right now) and she's stolen her parents record player. Maybe this is one of those things like bell bottom pants but I think they're going to make a comeback and kids will soon be scrounging around garages, basements, and attics for their parents old turn tables. And parents will be scratching their heads wondering why their kids are suddenly interested in that old junk.

Anyways, if I had an actual apartment that I knew wasn't going to change in 4 months, I think I would be stealing dad's record player to (if you let me, of course :) ). So while everyone else is excited about watching the Steelers and the Cardinals, I'm more excited about the fact that I played my first record today, all by myself. (it was the beatles, by the way)

Lindsay's record player:

Lindsay and her Steelers pillow:

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