This is like a weird countdown happening. As the days move on, we keep getting closer to the one year anniversary of Covid officially shutting down our lives.. I can’t put my finger on the exact day when it happened, but I know we are getting close.
Last year for Valentines, my mom invited my husband and me to dinner at her country club. We sat at a small table next to a very large table full of exceptionally loud people, clearly a group of friends from a state up north that will go unmentioned. As the night wore on, the alcohol kicked in and their behavior became completely impossible to ignore.. it was a fiesta of obnoxiousness and retirement aged PDA; I was having an absolute ball watching it all unfold.
Once desert was served and the band started to play, the folks from this table wobbled over to get their boogey on. Within minutes, one of the couples broke into a dance floor clearing exhibition that can only be described as a porn-tinged attempt at a tango. There was aggressive dipping, twirling, leg lifting, groping and hilariously sloppy french kissing. I was sure one, or both, were only seconds away from vomiting.. it was one heck of a sight to behold!
Needless to say there were plenty of disgusted stares and tsk-tsks coming from the older residents..most of them female. My poor mom, who is almost blind, was missing out on pretty much everything so I was busy providing the play by play: “This tango couple is about to do one of two things mom” I yelled into her good ear, “either pass out in tandem or rush outta here to get a room!”
I remember my mousse had a delicate heart made out of chocolate perched on top and a humongous strawberry next to it. I also remember that my husband and I didn’t dance that night..
I’m not sure why.
Had we known what was coming, we would have been out on that floor kicking up our heels and maybe kissing too..
But that’s the thing about the last dance isn’t it..
we just don’t know it is.
Happy Valentine’s Day..Go the extra mile for someone you love.