I have spent the day listening to the Grand-Diva Barbra with a glass of Cabernet. You might say I am feeling mellow.
In the middle of the day my mind has walked down darkened city streets lit by sparkling streetlights. The air is warm, and smells faintly of roses and jasmine. It carresses your skin like a feather. Somewhere in the distance a brooding sax can be heard playing.
Tonight I will take the stretch to the Sands. Frankie Baby is singing, and the whole Ratpack is supposed to be in the crowd, so I'm sure there will be pleasant teasing and banter. Should be fun.
They say in the 2000's that life will be impersonal, and ruled by technology. I'm not sure I want to see those days. Here in the past life is measured by the gleam of chrome, the richness of soft velvet and satin, and the smoothness of a perfectly made martini.
Take a one day vacation, put on your patent leather shoes, and come with me.
