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An Intimate Night to Remember

My husband had a good Father’s Day. I started it off with brunch, breakfast pork chops, smothered potatoes and onions, scrambled eggs, biscuits, cinnamon rolls and coffee. He ate until he was uncomfortable, took a nap, went to help out our son. When he returned, laid down in the bed and slept off and on while I worked. When I finished, we started getting ready for our evening. It was hot Sunday, so we were very casual, I wore a maxi dress and he had on slacks and a nice T-shirt. We listened to The Dramatics all the way to the venue, you know to get in the mood. The Ambassador is down the street from where my mother-in-law lived, so it was sad for a few minutes as we reminisced about going to visit her and run errands or take her wherever she needed to go. We get to the venue, my husband drives me to the door as I anxiously wait for him to park. Did I say he was looking good to me that evening? Yep, he sure was…

Sun in our eyes, we weren’t mad!

We walk in, go to the door and get right in because I bought “Special VIP” tickets and reserved a table. We sit, look around see a few people that we know, greet them and get back to our table. We aren’t really drinkers, but my husband goes and gets me a glass of Moscato and he gets a soda. He purchased a dinner, chicken wing and ribs with green beans. Not bad, we shared the dinner because it was enough for two. We have pretty good seats, about 20 feet from the stage.

The opening act, a woman named Kim Massey performed and she was really good. St Louis is a blues city, so that’s all you need to get people warmed up, sing the blues for them. She sang a couple of songs, one in particular called, “If I Can’t Sell It… I’m Gonna Sit On It” . Let me say, that got the women really going. I would say the average age at the concert was 60 and up. It was the “older” crowd set for sure. They had a giveaway for the oldest and youngest fathers. The youngest was 25 and the oldest was 80. It was a lot of fun, singing and dancing. My husband knows, I’ll dance and have good time and that I did. He basically sits back, sings and watches me have fun.

We had a good time, we left right before it was over because we were tired and had to work the next day. We had a nice ride home, listening to the music by the group we just saw in concert and talked about how Monday was gonna be a long day…and it was. Here’s a video of them singing one of their biggest hits from the 70′s. Enjoy!

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Happy Father’s Day

My handsome husband

What do you all have planned for your husbands and dad’s this weekend? I am taking my husband to see The Dramatics, an old school group from the 70′s. They were a group that crooned good old love songs and a few dance tunes, but were known mainly for their grooving slow dance songs. We have a good collection of their music, they are one of his favorites along with The Stylistics and The Delfonics and a few others. I got “special VIP” tickets and a reserved table. I also got him some cologne, dress socks and underwear. That is exactly what he wanted and I was happy to oblige, because he is a good father to our girls, just stepped in and did what a dad should do and I love and appreciate him for that. He doesn’t ask for much, so I wanted this to be a special day for him.

I was a daddy’s girl. I used to believe my daddy could do anything…really. He was a mechanic for TWA and retired from the Navy, and I thought he could fix anything. He was in my 8 year old mind, “the smartest, most handsome man in the whole world!” I could reason with him, he would talk to us and hear what we had to say even though he didn’t agree with us. I told everyone that, I think I got on my mom’s nerves with it because as I got older she used to tell me I thought the world of my daddy and I did. I remember when we had to take the keys to his car about a year before he passed away, he wasn’t happy with us, but it was dangerous to continue to let him drive. Even though he was older when I had my girls, he still was the best grandpa to them, having grandpa moments and letting them crawl up on him.

My beautiful parents

I was telling my husband how blessed I was to have my father in my life. I was listening to “Dance With My Father” by Luther Vandross and it made me break down. It broke my heart when he died, I lost the first man in my life. I love you daddy, the girls are so big now and I have a husband that I know would sit down and have those long conversations with you about nothing. This is the only picture that I could find at this time, I have plenty of pictures. I can’t wait to find all my pictures for my blog! Happy Father’s Day to all great, wonderful dads!