Libby thinks I should have my own reality show. We could call it Put on a Happy Face or Grieving Gracefully or something along those lines. She calls me every couple days to see what I've been up to and I always have some crazy story to tell about someone new I've met or some adventure I've had. She says I make her tired just hearing about about my week.
As a matter of fact, this evening is just another example of how it normally goes for me. By the end of the day, I was really dragging and couldn't wait to get home. But Rhonda invited me to join her and a friend for dinner. And well...you know me! I just had to say, "Yes!" We met up with her buddy John from Wilmington and the three of us spent the entire evening laughing about ridiculous things while enjoying our dinner. We were instantly...three peas in a pod! And well, it's cool that I've made another friend to add to my list of fun folks.
To continue with the reality show, did I tell you about the time a few months back when I joined a band? Well...that's not exactly true. Here's how the story really goes. On a Saturday night, I had nothing to do and rather than sit at home by myself, I went to the local restaurant for dinner. When I got there the hostess greeted me with, "Good evening, will someone be joining you?" I looked over my shoulder...thinking...I certainly hope so," but replied, "No, It's just me."
She escorted me to a table in the middle of the room, right in front of the band. As I sat down, they struck up a familiar..."Play that Funky Music White Boy!" Wow! That's a song by Wild Cherry that Kenny and I had danced to a million times before. No exaggeration!
As it turns out the bass player was Howard Seas. He had been a member of KC and the Sunshine Band, another of Kenny's favorites. They continued to play a good mix of dance music and oldies...and I was really itching to get up on that floor. I scoped out the room...and well...nope, not another "single" person in the place. Boy that was frustrating. At any rate, eventually a group of couples sat at the table next to me and before long, I was boogying along with them on the dance floor.
There were moments that evening that I thought of Kenny...and had to fight to keep from crying. I just kept thinking, "No Luce, no crying allowed." And, for the most part I was proud of myself for making it a fun evening in spite of the circumstances. Shortly before quittin' time, they played Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay, that old familiar Otis Redding song. Howard asked if anyone in the crowd could whistle. Yes, you guessed it, shy little Lucy jumped up on that stage. I grabbed the mic and started whistling the chorus. Howard was both surprised and impressed. He asked me my name, then spent the rest of the evening singing Lucy in every song he sang about a woman. How cute is that? Now yes Libby I'm guessing that would make a dandy reality show!!
As a matter of fact, this evening is just another example of how it normally goes for me. By the end of the day, I was really dragging and couldn't wait to get home. But Rhonda invited me to join her and a friend for dinner. And well...you know me! I just had to say, "Yes!" We met up with her buddy John from Wilmington and the three of us spent the entire evening laughing about ridiculous things while enjoying our dinner. We were instantly...three peas in a pod! And well, it's cool that I've made another friend to add to my list of fun folks.
To continue with the reality show, did I tell you about the time a few months back when I joined a band? Well...that's not exactly true. Here's how the story really goes. On a Saturday night, I had nothing to do and rather than sit at home by myself, I went to the local restaurant for dinner. When I got there the hostess greeted me with, "Good evening, will someone be joining you?" I looked over my shoulder...thinking...I certainly hope so," but replied, "No, It's just me."
She escorted me to a table in the middle of the room, right in front of the band. As I sat down, they struck up a familiar..."Play that Funky Music White Boy!" Wow! That's a song by Wild Cherry that Kenny and I had danced to a million times before. No exaggeration!
As it turns out the bass player was Howard Seas. He had been a member of KC and the Sunshine Band, another of Kenny's favorites. They continued to play a good mix of dance music and oldies...and I was really itching to get up on that floor. I scoped out the room...and well...nope, not another "single" person in the place. Boy that was frustrating. At any rate, eventually a group of couples sat at the table next to me and before long, I was boogying along with them on the dance floor.
There were moments that evening that I thought of Kenny...and had to fight to keep from crying. I just kept thinking, "No Luce, no crying allowed." And, for the most part I was proud of myself for making it a fun evening in spite of the circumstances. Shortly before quittin' time, they played Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay, that old familiar Otis Redding song. Howard asked if anyone in the crowd could whistle. Yes, you guessed it, shy little Lucy jumped up on that stage. I grabbed the mic and started whistling the chorus. Howard was both surprised and impressed. He asked me my name, then spent the rest of the evening singing Lucy in every song he sang about a woman. How cute is that? Now yes Libby I'm guessing that would make a dandy reality show!!
Click on the triangle in the picture below to hear a You Tube of Wild Cherry.
The singer looks like Kenny when we first met. Face, hair, body and all! Except Kenny was a lot cuter...he even had dimples!!!
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