WHEN THEY BEGIN THE BEGUINE
IT BRINGS BACK THE SOUND OF MUSIC SO TENDER,
IT BRINGS BACK A NIGHT OF TROPICAL SPLENDOR,
IT BRINGS BACK A MEMORY EVER-GREEN…
Cole Porter wrote the soundtrack to much of our anniversary weekend in Boston, as he has done on a number of previous excursions in this fine city. A CD of his standards played as we rose from our Saturday afternoon siesta. Somehow it was still bright out ~ we’d managed to dodge the rain for the most part. It surrounded us, ever encroaching, ever on the edge, yet kept its distance.
Into this pocket of overcast atmosphere, while Porter played in the background and the light from inside began to glow just slightly brighter than the light from outside, we decided to make it a proper cocktail hour. A throwback to a seemingly-simpler time, when there were no laptops or cel phones or texting, it came with quiet conversation, memories and laughter, and a new cocktail for Andy’s repertoire: the Brown Derby.
For my part, I had an early Cinco de Mayo celebration: a cross between a Margarita and a Paloma cooler.
The music lent the moment a certain sparkle and excitement: the anticipation to a dinner at a new restaurant. Is there anything more thrilling than sharing such a thing with your husband? I don’t think so.
I’M WITH YOU ONCE MORE UNDER THE STARS,
AND DOWN BY THE SHORE AN ORCHESTRA’S PLAYING
AND EVEN THE PALMS SEEM TO BE SWAYING
WHEN THEY BEGIN THE BEGUINE.
We got dolled up, and Andy looked magnificent in his new Brooks Brothers jacket. A soft, lightweight wool, it was traditional dark blue, jazzed up by a faint and elegant plaid. He’d picked it out on his own, proving once again that he has impeccable taste when he needs it. I opted for a simple pink tuxedo jacket. We posed for a series of silly selfies, but this is the only one you’ll get to see.
The music played on… and soon it was time to head to dinner at Nahita…
TO LIVE IT AGAIN IS PAST ALL ENDEAVOR,
EXCEPT WHEN THAT TUNE CLUTCHES MY HEART.
AND THERE WE ARE, SWEARING TO LOVE FOREVER
AND PROMISING NEVER, NEVER TO PART…
