Imagine that you are in your early twenties, newly married and out for a romantic Valentine's Day dinner. As you're enjoying a drink and watching the sun set you notice your parents (whom you're crazy about) coming into the restaurant. What do you do? You don't to spoil the dinner for your spouse.
Then imagine that your spouse sees them and graciously insists that they join you for the romantic dinner. And that the four of you end up having a wonderful time.
Last night we were enjoying our drink on the sidewalk when my Oldies ambled up to the hostess looking for a table. My boyfriend immediately went to them and escorted them to our table.
What a guy!
We had a fun time laughing and talking about silly things. Like old cowboy movies.
When Mr. Oldie was the vice president of a major international company, one part of his job was working with entertainers who were engaged to perform for this company.
He did not like this part of the job.
For the most part they were extremely difficult to work with. He has told me hilarious stories. One time they had a bomb scare and they had to evacuate the building but the internationally known singer refused to get off the stage. He finally had to physically take her arm. All the while she was screaming "Will I still get paid?"
Another demanded a luxury limo in a place where there were no limos to be had. Mr. Oldie was preparing to have one flown in when her agent convinced her that she was being unreasonable. She settled for a big Caddy with driver.
My Oldie is the only human being I know who had a little disagreement with Walter Cronkite - at the time when he (Cronkite) was the most trusted (and loved) man in America.
The sad thing is that he no longer remembers any of these things. But last night he was telling us how Gene Autry - The Singing Cowboy - was a really nice guy.
So I was grateful to reminisce at my Valentine's dinner with three people I love.
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