I woke up to the sounds of a hurricane.
I was in Queens with the Hubby, who was not my Hubby. Yet.
The intercom from the school was blarring:
"SCHOOL IS CLOSED TODAY."
I picked myself up. Dragged myself to work.
I had lived across the street from this place for years,
yet never ate there.
I wore a long black silk gown with high-heeled strappy shoes.
There were no limos idling on the block that night.
We were soaked just crossing the street.
I can't remember what I ordered,
only that there was warm chocolate soufflé for dessert.
2 hours later, we were back in bed.
Listening to the hurricane.
9 comments:
Great memories are the best...Happy 10 years of wonderful memories.
Happy Birthday! 10 years...wonderful! xoxo
What loveliness!
Dreamlike description. Happy 10 years!
HAPPY BLOGGY BUNNY BIRTHDAY!
Happy Day to You.
Happy happy!! What a sweet memories.
I have never met Mr.Faboo,
but I like him already.
pve
I agree with PVE...Mr. Faboo is indeed just that. :-)
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