Influenza (the evil flu),my secret hidden dreams, tall, handsome and wickedly smiled

I have slept now for three days… have taken an antiviral… have a voice that would move me from soprano past tenor to baritone (I sound strangely like my father)… and still I feel less than stellar… I.E. I have influenza (the evil flu)…

Instead of remaining in bed to continue my recovery why not jot a happy little entry to my blog! I will see if my words will fail me or if I am coherent enough to even know what I am typing or is that word processing?

Last Friday I had the occasion to attend an event. Nothing new for me, I serve on many boards and go to some really great events and some… maybe great but not to my personal taste. On this occasion it was an incredible evening. I heard great music, had the atmosphere of Manhattan and beyond belief company.

First the music… in my secret hidden dreams I have always wanted to be a vocalist. I am not talking this pop stuff of today. I wanted to sing with the soul of Holiday, the timbre of Vaughan (Sassy) and the dexterity of Fitzgerald. Whenever I am in the environment I can close my eyes and dream. Okay, t’aint ever gonna happen but a woman can dream!

Drummer, two sax, keyboard, vocalist and off we went. I must admit that there were many standards but I like standards. Misty and At Last not cutting edge songs but when well done they always leave me wanting more and more. Now you may think that I did not enjoy the rest of the combo… NOT! I am just not as familiar with this set up…I study clarinet for decades. Let me stress studied. I am a true classically trained musician this means that I am unable to do anything that requires free thought. I am truly a square. Please do not tell anyone.

I know the sax was sweet in its sound and resonance nothing syrup like or to lull you into a diabetic comma. Just soothing…. something like a breeze of an on coming rain on a sizzling day. You want to close your eyes and absorb the coolness, the scent and the immediacy of it all. All this communicated to me through pitch and color. Then add piano that rode the crest of a melody and a percussion that kept the pace driven but never frantic. Ah, to appreciate those who have mastered their art. It seems all so simple and effortless but is no such thing…

The atmosphere was diverse in anyway you can name. Age, race, color, sex, dress, background this is what makes America tick! Add to this too many people in one room, those who came to listen, those who came to be seen, and those who like to have a great time. The lighting dim, the drinks strong (I had a touch of hangover) and no smoking (New York went smoke free). Oh, and the fact that I wore a dress that I could never wear any place else…too much décolleté but I had it on great authority that it was becoming.

Now add great company. A tall, handsome, wickedly smiled, well-dressed, intelligent gentleman...I earnestly mean the gentleman part. Doors opened, walk me to the door kind of gentleman. Now I came of age where men just didn’t do those types of things. I did not know how to behave and felt rather goofy? Silly? Giddy? Flighty? I am not sure what I felt but it was fantastic!

To any man reading this try it. As a female of the species I have a newfound respect for this aspect of men. Talk about a turn on. I thought a sharp mind was great but add a gentlemanly manner and I am yours! The things we learn about ourselves that we never knew existed. If the gentleman reads this I offer warm hearted and personal thanks for a extraordinary evening and the hope that I have the opportunity of this intimacy once more.

Alas, the flu calls me once more to slumber. This is a good thing to in all honesty I look and feel unprepossessing. Lets face it I am crap and it is best to sleep through it…. Snooooorrrrrr…..