I can vividly remember the first night...They sipped pink champagne in long fluted glasses and in between the vinyl grooves, they set their drinks on the mahongony table...
And it left rings in the morning....
She swirled and twirled to Ray Charles, Bobby Vinton, Louis Armstrong, Chubby Checkers, The Tijuana Brass....and just for fun...The Grasshoppers....He dipped, and spun....and laughed....
I sat on the couch and watched. Long gangly legs in a pink velvet dress and blonde bangs chopped off to match my Barbie Doll. Kimbies and I had to be very, very quiet, or we had to go to bed....
I barely breathed.
On the blue carpeted floor, they shimmied and watootsied and "Love potioned Number 9'd" each other.....
And then I grew up....
I went to first grade, and fifth, and senior prom. I fell in love and out of love. And got married. And divorced. I raised my babies. I danced on coffee tables, balconies....and beaches. I danced in empty bars, at concerts, in traffic, and in the kitchen....
But I never forgot...
they might have, but I didn't...
The magic of that night...
Of them closing their eyes and feeling the music....
I believe in Magic...
