Music, Mood Rings, and Menus
Moving right along with the A to Z Challenge

Music
Music has always been a huge part of my life. My Kindergarten teacher had these different stations students could go to during the week. My favorite was the listening station where I could put on headphones and listen to my favorite song at the time— Leo Sayer’s “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing.” It was a 45. “Magdalena” was the B side, but I don’t remember that song at all. At five years old, I was already shutting out noise, escaping to the comfort of music. I did the same at home, spending hours with favorite cassettes (yes, I’m that old, and yes, there was lots of disco).
My parents listened to country music in the car any time we went anywhere. I liked certain songs, Alabama was my favorite band, but that’s about as far as I went with the genre.
By the time I was ten, I discovered Duran Duran. As with country music, I didn’t like new wave or pop music as a whole. That one band was everything. At least for a time.

My first concert was Ratt and Bon Jovi when I was 12 and it changed my entire world. I frequented the record store in the mall and bought albums and cassettes. What few record stores that are around today don’t have the same feel, but I’m glad they’re still here.
Mood rings

Mood rings were popular in the ’70s, went out of fashion, and apparently are popular again. Not just rings, but mood jewelry.
I’d always wanted a mood ring, and finally bought myself one recently. I found this celestial mood ring at a store in the mall. I love all things moon and stars. It’s normally yellowish-green when I’m not wearing it. When I put it on it turns blue and then purple. According to one color chart I found, yellow is average or calm and purple is passionate. Mood rings contain liquid crystals that react to changes in body temperature. Do they really work? I don’t know, but they’re fun.
Menus

The closest I’ve come to New Orleans is eating at this restaurant near me called Razzoo’s Cajun Cafe. My husband likes their gumbo. We both like their alligator tail and fried pickles.
Sadly, the Razzoo’s closest to us permanently closed a few years ago, but there’s still a few around, if you don’t mind driving, and we don’t. Not for food.
We used to take our boys when they were younger, and they’d get a cute kids’ menu and crayons as well as a small alligator toy. It kept them happy and occupied.
My husband and I went there for lunch last week. Since he’s recently retired, we do a whole lot more exploring with food. They had all of their Mardi Gras specials listed which made me want to visit New Orleans even more. Maybe one of these days.

Thank you to JoAnn Ryan for the A to Z Challenge.
Check out Barb Dalton’s story for the letter N.
