I went out last night "with the boys." I won't bore you with the details. I won't piss you off with them, either, for that is what I find my tales of romantic adventure and daring do to some. I'm not an egotistical liar as they might have it. I'm a truth teller, or at least a teller of facts. All I'll say is that nothing happened and still it was the best night I have had in a long time.
It all hinged on a single event. The rest of the night? Meh.
O.K. So I've probably just lost everybody's interest in the rest of this post. That's o.k. I have little fresh or new to tell. Just that among the lads my new nickname, much to their chagrin, is "Gorgeous." Ho!
You see? Such things. It would blow smoke up your skirt, too. . . if it happened to you. You remember the song.
"Dreams can come true. . . if you're young at heart."
I could swear that the song was sung by Jiminy Cricket, but I can't find it anywhere. Frank Sinatra, of course, and if you are willing, Jimmy Durante, but no Jiminy Cricket. Oh, man. . . the memory becomes a hall of twisted mirrors, I guess. But those lyrics are pure Disney when Walt was still around.
Or so it seems.
We all know the truth, though. The heart eventually wears out. It's the number one cause of death among men. Women, too. That isn't just a metaphor, but I think it is a damn good trope. How many broken hearts can one person take? I guess the answer varies by individual. Scares me, really, for it seems I've lived with a perpetually broken one.
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”
Ernest Hemingway, "A Farewell to Arms."
And so, dear lovers, ask not for whom the bell tolls.
Etc.
It is just a fact that I spent a fancy night on the Boulevard and it was a bit like it used to be with so many familiar and intimate faces. My buddy's place had it official opening and we put in an appearance after a happy hour at my new favorite bar. And for the first time since I was almost killed to death, I rode on a Vespa. It was my first time on the back of one ever as I hitched a ride with my buddy. Two of the boys have Vespas now and they are desperately trying to get me to buy one again. They sure as shit are convenient here in town. Parking on the Boulevard is next to impossible unless you have a scooter. With one, though, you are the coolest cat in town.
I have a good song for you, but it doesn't fit with the post. It's a pity. Maybe tomorrow. There is only one song I can possibly post today.
But really. . . tell me that doesn't sound like a Disney song from old Walt's era.
Jiminy Cricket!
It can happen to you
If you're young at heart
For it's hard you will find
To be narrow of mind
If you're young at heart
You can go to extremes
With impossible schemes
You can laugh when your dreams
Fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting
With each passing day
And love is either in your heart
Or on it's way
Don't you know that it's worth
Every treasure on earth
To be young at heart
For as rich as you are
It's much better by far
To be young at heart
And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you'll derive
Out of being alive
And here is the best part
You've had a head start
If you are among the very
Young at heart
And if you should survive to 105
Look of all you'll derive
Out of being alive
And here is the best part
You have a head start
If you are among the very
Young at heart...
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