The song by that title is playing as I cook dinner tonight, the beginning of Memorial Day weekend. Anton my boyfriend, partner, significant other, love interest, squeeze, unwitting victim of the past 27 years is on the road probably sitting in traffic with everyone else on their way. I did the nice thing and went to the fish market to get something yummy and even got some fresh flowers to dress up the place. This is probably the 27th or 28th Memorial Day we've spent together here since the fall we met so long ago. This song by Donati on the "Vagalum
e" cd is bringing it all back to me.All those years ago when we were just kids planning our assault on the world we'd talk about what we'd do. I was fresh off my stint in Paris and he was a shiny new hot shot at the U.N. What's cool is that all those things we said, those millions of plans we made, we actually lived them. Sitting on the other side I feel like making some new plans some new territories to conquer or least visit. Listening to this sexy, languid jazz gets my mind going taking in the here and now but also the there and then. I went through my treasure trove of ultimate buttons the other day and they got my heart racing. Walking into Paul Smith that same day did the same thing only I came out wanting something I couldn't find. Sure, I got some killer striped boxer briefs but I'm after something with a bit more heft. Driving through the center of tow
n I was looking to see if it was somewhere out there but I didn't see it. Even Hermes was shuttered which was the likely spot. All I saw were harried women in too tight jeans, impossibly awkward shoes frowning without frown lines kind of like mouths moving and no sound escaping. So I came back, showered, put on my lederhosen and started cooking. Black truffle olive oil can make the most ordinary things extraordinary. The swordfish goes on the grill in a few minutes and the speakers are on in the woods. The million things we say is echoing in the forest and Anton will be here soon. Another summer is started and its kind of nice to be setting the table and making a yummy dinner. I hope you all have a good one too.
(never thought of LH as loungewear but there you go.)
(never thought of LH as loungewear but there you go!)
(when I frown, EVERYBODY knows it)
Ladies with the perma-frown we call them here.They come from LA and drive the benzs ! Bloody cows !
You are delighting us with" 2 Billets" in a row, you tease! When you said Paul Smith right away I thought socks, boxers, plaids and pasleys and yummy little lam skin gloves.
You are lucky , you have what many want, cooking dinner for someone you love, still, after all these years.
Happy Memorial day Fluff, you just put me in a great mood !
very sweet, have a great weekend
Thanks for sharing. You're a great looking couple.
Don't care for the Norman Rockwell images of domestic bliss (and oddly the photo of you with a knife makes it all so Norman Bates).
What a lovely post! Thank you. Just beautiful. The artist in you is still alive!
I don't remember Norman Rockwell painting the " domestic Bliss" of Gays ...I visited his museum in Stockbridge and did not see anything of the kind...Please enlighten us...
What a wonderful post to someone you love. In all the insanity and craziness of life you have a scathing wit and a loving heart. Great combo!
I haven't heard your blog for a while, but I'm so glad I found it once again. It's lovely reading you cooking for the love of your life, but a part of me is saddened, because I still can't find The One (I'm 20). People tell me I'm young, and I have time, but there is no feeling like spending time with someone you truly love. I guess he'll come someday. I hope you had a fabulous Memorial Day Weekend.
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