Ha! Â I’d like to see a showing of hands of those of you who thought that title meant I was retiring a favorite, um, bedroom toy.
Uh huh. Yeah, I expected as much.
Damn, I’m good.
I’m sorry to disappoint. Â That’s another story, and I call him Prince.
This week we retired a woman who had worked for my boss for 31 years, Bunny. Â It was a sad and awkward day and I’ve been thinking of her quite a lot. I knew that I wanted to write something about her but didn’t know how to make it fit.
Then in my twitter stream I was lead to a link to The Red Dress Club. Â This week’sÂ Red Writing Hood prompt was all I needed to get the brain working.
As I sat down to put on a little powder, I could hear the unmistakable sound of Old Blue Eyes’ The Way You look Tonight coming over the living room speakers. Â Aah, Harry was in A MOOD.
I patted my hair. Â After 15 years, Tina FINALLY got it right. Â And she was able to get me in today. Â Must have been a miracle. Â Now where is that MAC lipstick my darling Emma bought me?
A moment later I felt his hands on my shoulders, his lips at my ear. “Darling, you’ve never looked more beautiful.” Â That Harry, always the romantic. Â Amazing he still said that about me, this 80 year old me. Â His eyesight must be going.Ã‚Â He pulled me into his arms for a spin around the room. Â He always was a great dancer.
“Why don’t you wear those patent red pumps of your tonight?” Â ”Oh Harry, really? Â I was hoping maybe we’d get a chance to dance this evening. Â I couldn’t possibly make it through dinner in those.” Â ”But Bun, they remind me of our first dance. Â You were so daring in those shoes but your eyes were so shy. Â And maybe that wide skirt and the soft sweater with those maddeningly small pearl buttons?”
Okay. Â He is DEFINITELY in a MOOD.
A while later, sitting comfortably in his Jag, listening to Louis sing What a Wonderful World,Â we pass by the cute French restaurant I was so sure we were going to.Ã‚Â It always reminded us of the trip we took to Paris for our 25th wedding anniversary. Â Hmmm, this is strange, he just passed that little Italian ristorante. Â I so love going there, replaying the trip the kids sent us on when Harry finally retired at 70. Â They always play our favorite tunes. Â That Rosemary Clooney and swoon, Bing Crosby. Â Oh, be still my heart!
“Harry, where are we going?”
“Not much further, dear.” Â By now Dean Martin’s That’s Amore was playing. I couldn’t resist tapping my foot to the beat. Â Harry hummed along, a twinkle in his eye.
Oh! Â The country club! “Darling, the country club? Won’t it be crowded and loud?” Â Almost to prove my point for me, the sounds of Sammie’s That Old Black Magic cut through the night as Harry opened my door. Â ”Come on, dear, it’ll be fun.”
As we made our way to the front, I was certain I recognized one of the kids’ cars in the parking lot. Â Maybe Harry was up to something. Â Hmmmm.
The maitre’d greeted us by name but didn’t lead us to our usual table. Â ”Honey, where ARE we going,” Â ”It’s such a lovely night, I thought you would enjoy eating out on the patio.” Â He had a point. Â It was quite a night, the stars shone bright, the moon full.
When the door opened on to the brightly lighted courtyard, I suddenly saw the faces of my children, and then the grandchildren. Â There was Emma, carrying Zoe, my first great, grandchild. Â And Nicole, my walking partner. Â Oh, sweet Josh from the grocery store. Â Jarrod’s boyscout troop? Â Could it be? No, my SISTER? Â Annie?!?!? Â Oh my, this was going to be some birthday party.
I hope they don’t mind if I remove my shoes!