Thanks For The Memories
Ahhhh, yes, still in the Thankful spirit here.
Yesterday I must have listened to “Come Fly With Me” by Michael Buble a dozen or more times. Really. I absolutely love that song and I love his version of it. I’ve heard people call him the *new* Harry Connick Jr. - that really doesn’t fly with me (ha! Pardon the pun there) because absolutely NO ONE could replace or be a newer or better version of Harry, but enough fan gushing for the moment.
“Come Fly With Me” has got to be one of the most romantic songs ever. It reminded me of our trip to Las Vegas a few years ago. Mike had never been there so we spent the evening hitting all the sights and walking all over the strip. One of our last stops was a trip up to the top of the “Eiffel Tower” at Paris. After we were going through the Paris casino and happened to trip into a cigar and jazz bar called “Napoleon’s” it was dimly lit with candles and filled with big overstuffed velvet couches and intimate little tables. We plopped onto a big, velvet couch and ordered drinks (he ordered a whiskey and I had a mudslide). There was a great little band and they were playing old standards (my favorite) they did an awesome rendition of “Almost Like Being In Love” which is one of my favorite Sinatra songs.
Anyway… so as I was listening to “Come Fly With Me” I was chatting online with Kate who was down at the office with Mike. I told her to tell her dad that the music I was listening to reminded me of Napoleon’s. I was intentionally being a little cryptic because I wanted to see if he actually remembered (you know how men can be).
He told her to tell me, “that’s cool. I’ll come home and pour a glass of whiskey and enjoy it with you.”
An obvious sign that he remembered our evening at Napoleon’s. ;o)
Sometimes, husbands aren’t all bad.
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November 20th, 2005
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Posted in: Personally
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