Last night, I stared Temptation in the face,

served them coffee, and made small talk with them while they partook of room-temperature (by request) bottled water, honey, sugar, and perfectly laid-out lemon wedges. I marveled at their energy (they’re not young, you know, nor are they exactly what you’d call “in shape” for that matter) and the guts (or something) it takes to wear identical rhinestone-studded suits the color somewhere between the lemon wedges and sunshine on a cloudy day. Although, I tried to keep my dancing and singing inconspicuous when they sang “The Way You Do The Things You Do” (Wenmei!) and “Treat Her Like a Lady,” I couldn’t for “Papa Was a Rolling Stone.” There is just something surreal and dreamlike about motown in the mountains on a warm summer night.

Maybe it was just my imagination…

If you see me, ask me how it went.

Published in: on June 24, 2007 at 12:47 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. I can only imagine.

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