Across the street, in front of a cola bottle made of lights, I sat down with a little darling that had captured my attention several years before. She was made for me lovely, elegant and ready to rock the night away, in my dreams. We had actually crossed 7 decades a few days earlier and held hands as we inched our way through the deafening noise of a Las Vegas night. One last vacation with my baby? I had begged.
My heart danced.
You might think that the loud music, Las Vegas cover bands, and bright lights of the Sunset Strip are made for the youth, but I assure you, this boom is taking every dance step by storm. I love a little Las Vegas dancing. And I had begged for this trip.
As we walked down the strip, hand in hand, she promised me forever. I promised him my heart. Either way, we were winners. Lovers in the city that never sleeps. Partners in life. I held her hand, she held my heart.
Tribute cover bands.
Walking the strip we found our forever. He kept up, missing most of them, but making sure to hit the ones that mattered, taking my heart away. A tribute to yesterday, our focus on tomorrow. I would remember all the days of my life… I would hold on to this moment all the days of my life. He played the tribute in my final hours, and I endured.
Our limousine awaits.
As the lights come on in Las Vegas, the sun begins to set. But you’d never know there’s no sun overhead, unless you look up. The strip lights are bright. And at my age, looking up makes me dizzy. I tend to try to see past my belly to where I intend to place my foot next, unless I’m dancing. Then my darling guides my steps to the beat of a version so reggae that Bob Marley comes to mind. He takes over my mind on any given night, designing the melodies, forcing my feet to move. I feel the time. I dance the steps in my heart.
I may be close, but I’m not there yet… Hold the door open, darling!
Vegas style for Boomers.
It is real? Or is it just my memory? The sidewalk lit up like morning, people were passing by, the limousine was waiting at the end of the sidewalk and I… Dancing all night. I may never escape this world I live in, but I promise I’ll wait for you until the end.
It was yesterday?
I put you on the Strip while you were visiting someone close. But I never left your side. You took my hand in yours and we walked. I gave you my heart.
Can someone write this song? The memory of Las Vegas-style cover bands, rock industry standards… I remember the moment. I remember the time. I remember the dance steps.
It can only happen in Las Vegas. The songs. Music. The dance.