A Year In Pictures Following The Break-Up

While standing around the campfire, we talked about songs that made us think of old girlfriends.

When N used to do the dishes, she would listen to Rufus Wainwright's cover of "Hallelujuah" over and over again on her walkman. She would sing along, really belting it out, not realizing that her voice was booming through the house. And she was a horrible singer. Really bad. Worse than me, even. But endearingly bad. Heartwarmingly bad.

If given a choice, I'd pick her version over Wainwright, Buckley or Cohen.