My honey has been sick for over a week, some type of sinus cold/ear infection thingy. Gross, I know. And despite feeling like hell, not only did she still celebrate Valentine’s Weekend with me; she made it all about me. First, she took me to see Fifty Shades of Grey (which I really enjoyed, though there was a lot of nudity, I mean a lot). Honey had no desire to see the movie, didn’t even know what it was about, but she knew I had been waiting with baited breath for it to open. She was a little scarred (did I mention there was a lot of nudity?) but she survived. She wasn’t thrilled to find out there are two more movies to come. I told her she didn’t have to go with me next time.
Next, she took me on an outing to the casino and gave me some spending cash. She knows mama likes to gamble, even though I’m really bad at it. I lost all her money pretty fast and she kindly fronted me some more. I lost most of that too, though I did recoup a little in the end. In my defense, she lost way more than me. The problem was we had reservations at the casino restaurant and well waiting for our table around all of those blinging machines was way too much temptation. Thankfully, dinner was delicious, though long—a six course meal that lasted beyond my honey’s stamina. She was whipped by the end, so I gladly took her back to the hotel room. We had a Jacuzzi room, which was fun, though apparently we were in the party central hotel. You know you’re old when you’re in bed before nine and you’re wondering why the hell everyone is making so much noise.
The piece de resistance, she went with me to see Barry Manilow on Sunday. She doesn’t particularly like Barry, but she knew I really wanted to see him, so she swallowed most of her sarcasm and watched the old guy do it one last time. I must say, Barry’s voice is in fine form and if you get a chance to see him in concert, go. This is of course his retirement tour, so you’ll have to go soon. Confession, I totally teared up when he performed Mandy. He essentially did a duet with himself from forty years ago. You had to be there. And my honey was, with me, even though she’d rather be at a Neil Diamond concert.