Chandeliers

I dreamed of that ballroom we saw in that movie, you know the one, with the old-timey music that flooded the air, Glenn Miller I think, or maybe Jimmy Dorsey, and those tiny tables that could only fit napkins and two martini glasses (at least our TV trays can fit a Hungry Man Dinner and a biscuit). The couples danced in rhythmic seizures, the war was over or maybe not begun, bright colors and balloons, sweaty but not in a smelly way, and everyone was crazy alive, and they looked like Blondie and Dagwood. Yeah, I dreamed we were dancing, really moving, and we danced the Charleston, hands and grins all over the place, and people watched and they envied our sway, and I looked up and saw elegant chandeliers, and I remember you said we should get one of those for the cabin, and I promised you I would look. And now it’s 4 a.m., I’m online, and honey, I don’t think it would fit in the living room. But I did find a nice set of candles and a Big Band CD collection, and we can dance like stink in the backyard if we want, and maybe drink wine coolers from our much bigger TV trays.

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10 thoughts on “Chandeliers

  1. That was even before my time but I love watching the old movies and listening to the music. That’s one of the reasons I also like Agatha Christie movies and TV mysteries. Just so I don’t have to go back there and take the good with the bad. I love the comparisons, Steven. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  2. The Make Believe Ballroom, The Big Band era, Jimmy Dorsey, Count Basie, Duke Ellington. All my parents generation but I still remember them playing those old 78 records on what Mom called the Victrola. Thanks for the time travel.

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