Pearls and pink socks

Last week girlfriday shared highlights from a year of blogging. I am also at a year now, but as I am not the prolific blogger she is, I don't think the same retrospective is befitting to my little "anniversary."

I do remember it was a year ago, however, because it was right around Sept. 11 and I talked about it. This year on the 5th anniversary of the attacks, I opted to read more about them than write about them.

Today I will write about a concert I recently attended. It was The Drifters, who made hits out of songs such as "This Magic Moment" and "Save The Last Dance For Me," and it was a lot of fun. There's one original remaining member, two veteran members and a couple of "kids" to help with the singing.

One thing that I remember from the evening, oddly enough, happened before the headliners took the stage. The opening act was another old-timer-type band and as they played, a number of couples took to the dance floor. One such couple had a 30-something man in a rugby shirt and blue jeans escorting his wife onto the hardwood. He held her so suavely and moved her so effortlessly. She was wearing "mom" jeans, a striped shirt that peeked in fashion around 1997, brown clogs and pink cotton socks. But the way he made her feel at that moment, she may as well have been wearing a little black dress, stiletto heals and a string of pearls.

"Romance," I thought to myself. "This guy gets it."