Dream Fulfillment Part Seven (bucket list)
It wasn’t any band I had ever heard of, and it wasn’t in any place I would have set foot inside on my own, but I followed him, giggling like a fool, pulled by my hand into the club with the live band.
He’d known a guy and gotten us up in the loft. I passed people who smelled like they were from another world, and dressed like their closet puked on them. But I was highly amused.
“Look, you can’t get better seats than these!” He stood me at the edge of the balcony overlooking the stage where a band rocked out. I couldn’t help but think of Titanic and imagine him holding me up on the rail with my arms out. I shook my head at this crazy thought and decided to just dance.
I don’t know what time we left the ‘concert’, but I had had the best time. I was exhausted and crashed into the hotel bed, to tired to care what he did.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I woke to find his arm around me, his body spooning mine, and I was loathe to leave the bed. But my full bladder won out.