So, it's official.
Time to say Au Revoir to Valentine's day.
Although, I just can't do it without this one song.
Which has one of my favorite choruses of all times (video below).
I remember looking through my dad's records...
Who the heck is he?
Then I saw more of his albums in the stacks of my dad's vinyls, and I thought...
Yep, suave-ilicious alright.
And now I find myself with a post, titled with that very familiar elfin-like name I learned all those 30 years ago.
30 years ago...
Sitting in my long flannel ruffled laced little house on the prairie, nightgown pajamas.
(some things never change)
On the fluffy gold carpet.
In front of my dad's record player.
Playing all my dad's records.
The Beatles, Stayin' Alive Soundtrack (and other Bee Gees faves), Hall and Oates, Placido Domingo, Sinatra, Vikki Carr, Neil Diamond, classical tunes, Pavarotti, Time Life's best love songs of 1970something, and of course Engelbert Humperdinck (amongst many many others).
So here we are.
The end of Valentine's Day 2013.
You, me and Engelbert.
Fave chorus ever, I tell ya.
This chorus also brings back memories of going to so many supper clubs with my parents as a tiny girl.
Dark leather furniture with large gold nail trim accents.
Dapper waiters on hand, poised, towel over arm.
Tables surrounding a dance floor.
A proper band in the distance.
Lots of men in all sorts of black and white combinations.
And a 5 year old girl, who would ask old men out to dance.
I'd also have endless Shirley Temples to drink, with extra cherries.
Lots and lots and lots of cherries.
I would get so sleepy as the night wore on.
My parents would put two chairs together for me to sleep on.
(if there wasn't a booth corner for me to crawl into)
I dozed in and out of sleep, the surroundings were loud, yet soothing.
Adults dolled up in fanciest of clothes laughed and laughed, as cigarette smoke romantically billowed around (before anyone knew better).
Glasses clinked endlessly as the grown ups talked all night.
Cocktail parties a plenty on weekends as well, and of course, always...
I loved being 5 years old.
Now, Mister Lovee must be wondering where I escaped to?
I said I was off to brush my teeth, and would return shortly, haha!
Thank goodness Mister Lovee has TONS of records.
(as do I)
And he has a proper record player.
Some things from the past, you just need.
You know what I mean?