Tuesday it was finally back to the reality of work. I had a good attitude going in. I didn’t get all tensed up and got through the day fairly smoothly as far as work stress was concerned. I guess that was because my mind was elsewhere all day. It was counting down the hours until the Sting concert at the casino. Wow, I just realized that Karlo and I went to the casino twice in one week. That’s a new record for us.
Finally the clock hit 3:30 and we were off to start our exciting night. I probably don’t have to tell you how GREAT the show was and how much I LOVED every second of it. That is not news to anybody. In a nutshell it was fabulous and one of my, if not my all time favorite Sting concert. But the real story is here. As we were getting into the car Karlo grabbed the binoculars and threw them to me saying, “Here’s your Sting binoculars.” I told him that they were ‘bird watching binoculars’ and he reminded me that the whole purpose for him buying these things 10 years ago (holy cow did I just write TEN years ago?) was for a Sting concert. That comment blasted me back to that day and it’s a story that I want to document so here goes:
When Karlo first moved to the US we did a fair amount of ‘hanging out’ together. Most of that hanging out time included group biking. OK, all of that hanging out time included biking. We did a lot of it back then. We were not ‘dating’ and never did anything together that didn’t involve group biking. So when, out of the blue, he told me that he wanted to see Boston and asked me if I would be his city guide, I was quite surprised. First, he was asking me to do something with him alone that didn’t require pedaling, and second, me a city tour guide? Yikes. I know nothing about the cities. I sort of reluctantly agreed to go with him.
It was a hot summer day and I had a headache. The city was jammed with people, most of which were blowing their car horns and I wanted to cry. But as the day went on it got better. Much better. We walked all over and strolled through Quincy Market. There were street performers playing music and at one point Karlo grabbed me and we started to dance - in the middle of the sidewalk in crowded Quincy Market. What on earth was happening? The next thing you know he lifts up my glasses (this was pre-Lasik) and he kisses me! Boy was I surprised. This looked like something out of Hollywood. I went from surprise to shock when he pulled two tickets to the Sting concert (happening that night in Boston and I hadn’t a clue) out of his pocket. He said, "I wanted to kiss you before giving you these tickets because you would have kissed anybody for them."
Is there any doubt why we are together today? Any relationship that started out like that has got my heart forever. He even bought and brought these binoculars for me and had them in the trunk of his car. So yes, they are, and will always, be my "Sting binoculars."
1 comment:
very beautiful!!! i remember you telling me about this date with karlo. boy, time flies.
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