PJ, Fran, LJ, and Jane
I asked them for money, but they didn't pay up, so here it is. The photo is in very poor condition, blurry, with white spots, but it serves it's purpose as revenge because they would not give me the cash I demanded. I blurred the face of the precious boy, because I'm careful about pictures of children on my blog, but I wish you could see him. By all means, click on the picture to get the large view of the "grown-ups". You won't be sorry.
Dear Friend
It's hard to believe, isn't it. The man pictured in the previous post is in disguise. The picture above is what he looks like without his disguise. He would not give me money, either.
The pictures are from Dear Friend's birthday party which included music from the 50s. I can't tell you how much I wanted to dance, but, had I done so, I may have been in bed for the rest of my visit because of the sorry state of my knees, I enjoyed watching my friends and especially the children dance. Paul and I were going to have a slow dance, if the music had been right, but that didn't happen.
More to come.
Great FUN! Thanks for sharing, one of the partygoers looks almost exactly like a friend from San Jose & Carmel that I went to College with...she´s on the left. The tyedye is quite a great example...ought be framed and hung next to a Peter Max poster (with a plate of Brownies on a table in front as a offering...the music may have been 50´s but the T´shirt is pure Haight Street/60´s).
ReplyDeleteCheers!
On the back of said tie-dye shirt were words to the effect "If it's too loud, you're too old."
ReplyDeleteWhile waiting for that slow dance with Mimi, I had rolled up bits of napkin in the ear toward the dance floor. Yep, I'm too old.
What I really wish I could share with you was the abandoned delight of the children dancing, putting on costume items and wigs, and having a good time. Their uninhibited joy lifted my heart.
I paid Mimi. Hope it was enough.
This is just for you and the guy in the tyedye shirt. My sister was the product of the 50's and I learned to dance because she had to teach me. As it happens, much of what I learned stuck with me -- except the stuff I don't remember. Anyhoo -- here ya go:
ReplyDeleteSave The Last Dance For Me (Drifters)
You can dance
Ev'ry dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye
Let him hold you tight
You can smile
Ev'ry smile for the man who held your hand
'Neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Oh, I know (oh, I know)
That the music's fine
Like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun
Laugh and sing
But while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Baby, don't you know
I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never, never let you go
I love you oh, so much
You can dance (you can dance)
Go and carry on
'Til the night is gone
And it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone
Can he take you home you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arm's you're gonna be
So, darlin', save the last dance for me
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arm's your gonna be
So, darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Save the last dance for me, mmmm-hummmm
Save the last dance for me, mmmm
by Pomus / Shuman
Leo, there was a bit of a disconnect between the costuming and the music, but who cared? It was a great party, but no brownies, just chocolate cake. Dear Husband is a priest, after all!
ReplyDeleteAwww Fred, thank you. I loved that song. We did slow dancing back in the 50s (I know!), but I guess the hosts wanted lively. Grandpère knows that Paul and I are "just good friends". Tee-hee.
In dark locations, I often get the white circles in my photos, and I don't know why that happens.
The white circles help to add to the psychedelic ambiance, Mimi. These snaps are priceless.
ReplyDeleteYep, I'm too old.
ReplyDeletePaul, me too. The children were beautiful.
Elizabeth, thanks. We were all seeing bubbles that weren't "really" there, and lo! - the bubbles came out in the pictures.
ReplyDeleteI must tell you that Fran was WILD. Her knee was bothering her, but she didn't let it stop her from dancin'.
*searches all her pockets, her wallet, and under the sofa cushions for loose change to try and meet Mimi's financial demands* I couldn't come up with the money. Ach, the cat is out of the bag anyway. We are doomed.
ReplyDeleteBut the music was too loud. I don't know what it is about DJs (this one wasn't even that young) that makes them feel they have to play music so loud that it hurts your ears and makes it impossible to have a decent conversation. I asked the DJ not once but twice to turn down the volume and while he was away and his little girl was keeping watch, I actually turned the volume down myself - but the DJ returned and up it went. I almost went with the homemade earplugs myself. People were moving to the back of the room, it was so loud. Why is it that in the conflict between more and less noise, the "more noise" always wins even when the "less noise" people have firmly asked to be relieved of their discomfort?
rant button *off*
Jane, I can only say that I agree with your rant.
ReplyDeleteAnd you were pretty wild yourself, as the picture documents.
Love these pix! You're ruthless, dear Mimi. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHow fun.
ReplyDeletePaul, you did not pay me enough. It's just that I don't have a blackmail-worthy picture of you.
ReplyDeleteJust kidding. Paul treated Jane, Fran, and me to a delicious Italian dinner the night before we left. Thanks again, luv.
You are all most welcome, dear. It was a gift to myself.
ReplyDeleteLisa, I am ruthless in blackmail, with trolls, and with Anonymous commenters who won't sign a name after one or two requests, and I never look back.
ReplyDeleteDear Mimi, you are the best kind of ruthless.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Janie.
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