The other day I was blog hopping
and came across a blog
called
Amanda is a cutie..
go visit and see for yourself.
Anyway, she asked for the
most memorable
Valentine's Day stories.
I think she meant romantic ones.
However, I have an
un-romantic, funny tale.
This is me..
Taken in the year 1973.
A year when I was single
and living in Florida.
A year when I was
dating.
A year when micro minis
worn over
HOT PANTS
were
worn over
HOT PANTS
were
all the rage.
(Anyone remember hot pants?;>)
(Anyone remember hot pants?;>)
MyHero prefers NOT to
remember this time
but I gotta tell you
I did have some fun.
I worked for a TV station
and had lots of contacts.
One day one of the gals
I worked with invited
me to "get a date" and
attend
The Sheriff's Ball
with her and her hubby.
Now, when I hear the word
BALL
I think of a BALLROOM.
Don't you?
One like this?
I had a
Go-To-Guy for dates,
handsome and wickedly funny.
Nothing romantic,
just a fun, let's go
kind of guy.
I called him to see if
he would like to go with me.
Sure.He.Would.
What are you wearing? He asked.
A gold lame' halter gown.
It was very similar to this one.
Great! He said he would pick me up.
He did and off we went to
The Ball.
He showed up in a tuxedo
with a
GOLD CUMMERBUND
because he was just
THAT GUY...
A BALL. Right?
I was excited to see
THE BALLROOM
What we GOT was
bar...a NICE BAR...
but-a bar and grill.
Everyone except US
was in
Blue Jeans and
Cowboy Hats.
After getting over the momentary
shock and bowing to laughter
all the way around,
we had a great time.
Everyone thought we were
King and Queen
of the Ball.
I gotta tell you.
I had a BALL..
With or without
the fancy ball room.
We danced till the place closed
and went to Lums for breakfast...
gold lame' and all!
Wait till my grandkids get old
enough to read,
and understand,
this story.
How about you?
Any surprise
Valentine's stories
that you would like
your grandkids to read about someday?
I'm betting there is....







































