Saturday Night Serenade–April Fools!

Happy April!  And it’s April Fools Day.  I thought about playing a joke, like announcing to the world that I’m pregnant.  But that’s not even funny at this stage in the game, LOL!

The best April Fools prank I ever heard was a radio ad.  One spring morning I was listening to my favorite classic rock station on my way to to work when an announcer came on:

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!  At Moroso Motorsports Park! 
Bullfighting!
The finest bullfighters in Spain are coming to show off their bullfighting skills.

That’s weird, thought I.  Why would they do bullfighting at the local drag strip?

The Spanish national anthem will be performed by Enrique Iglesias.

Then I realized it was April 1, and I cracked up.  But more enjoyable than the original joke was the reaction PETA-types had.  Now don’t get me wrong, I love animals.  Mr. R and I currently have a rescue German shepherd and two pound kitties.  But sometimes, animal activists have no sense of humor.  Histrionic phone calls were made, boycotts were planned.  After realizing they’d been had, the official response was, “That’s not funny.”

Ooooh, yes it is.

Mr. R. and I have tickets to the Palm Beach Improv tonight.  The headliner is Andrew Schultz.  I never heard of him, but it’s one of those deals where they offered us free tickets.  We just have to comply with the two-drink minimum.  Well, if I must

Aretha Franklin’s Chain of Fools seemed appropriate for the occasion.  I found this great version with Mariah Carey, and I hope you like it.  These days, it seems there are plenty of fools to go around.  Remember to laugh a little and hug those you love.

Happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–Come Away With Me

It’s been a great week and I’m feeling kind of mellow.  I’m at the tail end of my Spring Break.  Come Monday it’ll be back to the grind.  Ten more weeks until I walk out of there for the last time.  Man, that sounds like an eternity!

So I’m daydreaming about Mr. R and I making our escape to someplace fabulous, and by fabulous I mean quiet and peaceful and stress-free.  If I ever find it, I’ll let you know, but it sounds a lot like the lower Keys.

It’s a Norah Jones kind of night, for sure.  One that calls for candles, a glass of wine, and curling up with the one you love.

Happy Saturday night!

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can’t tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won’t you try to come

Come away with me and we’ll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I’ll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I’m safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

 

Saturday Night Serenade–Still Thinking About St. Patrick’s Day

Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day.

And I had to work.  All.  Damn.  Day.

You know, there was a time when my Spring Break coincided with St. Paddy’s Day.  Once we even took a little mini-vacation for a couple of days.  Ended in up Ybor City, the historic Cuban district of Tampa.  Which doesn’t sound like the right place for a celebration of all things Irish, but we discovered that the James Joyce Irish Pub was within staggering distance of the San Vicente, the boutique hotel where we were staying, and we spent a good six hours downing green melon ball shots and listening to great music.

No such luck this year.  When I arrived home from work, Mr. R asked if I wanted to go out.  Umm…  Have we met?  The next question was where to go?  O’Shea’s Irish Pub on Clematis in West Palm Beach seemed the obvious choice.  After all, they’d been hosting a block party since 10am Friday morning.

However…In an effort to avoid what a friend of ours calls ‘St. Posers’, celebrants who only go out drinking on St. Patrick’s Day, we decided to cash in a gift card and head to Chili’s in Wellington.  I know–not really an appropriate choice for the wearing of the green.  But, as it turns out, margaritas are green.  So there.

And I know, it’s an effing chain.  But I had a Mexican combo and Mr. R had ribs, both delicious.  Our server, Sean, was terrific, we’ll totally ask for him again.  And did I mention margaritas?  Nothing at all wrong with that.

Tonight’s serenade is a beautiful instrumental from the talented, and Irish, Corrs.  I’m just mesmerized by this song.  I mentioned that one day, Mr. R promises to take me to Ireland.  I want to sit in a pub and sip normal-colored Guinness while I listen to something this magical.

Happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–Another Anniversary

Well, to be honest, we have a few.  Anniversaries, that is.  We celebrate our wedding(s), along with the date we first met, and some other significant times.

Originally, Mr. R. and I had planned a March 10 wedding in the backyard of our home out here in the boondocks west of West Palm Beach.  But then, one late September morning, he surprised me by saying, “Let’s go get our marriage license today.”  To which I replied, “Oh, hell yeah!”  We’d been together for about six years at the time, and if the man was ready for a license, I wanted to act before he changed his mind.

Turns out, Florida has a 3-day waiting period between the time you get a marriage license and the time you can actually get married.  I mean, seriously?  It’s not like it’s a gun or something.  Anyway, on the morning of October 2, 2011, we were married in our backyard by a dear friend of ours, a dotty little Wiccan, in the weirdest ceremony you ever saw.  It was awesome!

But then, on the following March 10, we were married again, as planned, in a huge celebration and surrounded by all our friends.  The whole thing was fun and relaxing and full of joy.  People still talk about it.

When these anniversaries roll around, I find myself in a thoughtful mood, thankful for all I have.  I was married before, you know.  I can’t help but compare.

With my nightmare, I couldn’t do anything right.  He criticized everything I did, everything I said, everything I wore.  I even opened the kitchen cabinets wrong, y’all.  I remember hearing this song at the time and longing for a man who loved me, who didn’t want to change everything about me.

It was different when I watched this today.  Because I have a baby who loves me just the way that I am.  He believes in me and makes me believe in myself.  And it’s an amazing feeling.

I hope you have the same.  It’s a blessing, I tell you.  One I don’t want to take for granted.  To you and yours, happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–Ordinary World

I don’t know about you, but this seemed like a long week to me.  When Friday night finally rolled around, I was so glad.  The house still isn’t completely finished, which is to say that my bathroom isn’t usable yet.  Bathroom Bob left Thursday for a little vacation for the holiday weekend, so I have no toilet, no sink, no plumbing, and no grout.  Sigh.  Everything else is done, and in the next week, I’ll be finally posting photos of the kitchen.

For Christmas, my boy sent me Green Day’s Revolution Radio CD, because he knows his mom so well.  I’ve been tooling all over Palm Beach County in my little blue VW, blasting it in my only CD player.  And did I mention that Mr. R and I have Green Day tickets for September?  Yippee!

I’m a huge punk fan and I love the slamming guitar riffs, but I also enjoy the softer side Green Day sometimes lets slip though.  Good Riddance, for example, is an absolutely beautiful song.  In the same vein, the final track on Revolution Radio is a pretty little song called Ordinary World.  I hope you like it.

We’re taking it easy tonight at Chez R.  I think there’s a decent movie on HBO.  Pretty sure it won’t be cool enough for a fire.  But it will be nice to just chill together, grateful for our ordinary world.  Hope this weekend after Valentine’s Day finds you well.  Be sure to hug those you love.

Happy Saturday night!

Adventures In Home Reno–Update

Chez R has been under construction for about the last month now, and while we’re not finished, we have significant progress.  The kitchen is nearly completed.  All it needs now is the backsplash, so I don’t want to show it to you quite yet.

Work on my bathroom (the master bath) began this week, and I’ve been told that I can expect to use the shower by the end of next week.

Which means…

Mr. R’s bathroom is complete.  And that I want to show you.  I love to compare the before and after photos.  It came out amazing!

So if you’re in Palm Beach County and you’re looking for a couple of great contractors, I know some guys…

Saturday Night Serenade–I Love Love!

Happy Valentine’s Day!  I know, technically it’s not until Tuesday, but this is the last Serenade before then.  Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been posting some of my favorite romantic songs.

For tonight, I’m sharing ‘our song’, a classic by The Police, Every Little Thing She Does.  I know I’ve talked about my life before Mr. R. and I met, so I’m not going into that here, but suffice it to say, I feel like a very lucky ginger.

Now I’m wondering, what is your favorite romantic song?  I hope you’ll post your song in the comments–let’s take an informal little poll.

May the evening find you spending time with the one(s) you love.  Maybe take the opportunity to reaffirm how much they mean to you.  Happy Saturday night!