Across the street, in front of a cola bottle made of lights, I sat with a little darling that had captured my attention several years earlier. She was made for me charming, elegant and ready to rock the night away, in my dreams. We had actually crossed 7 decades a few days earlier and held hands as we inched through the deafening sound of a Vegas night. One last vacation with my baby? he had begged.

My heart danced.

You might think that the blaring music, Vegas cover bands, and bright lights of the Sunset Strip are made for the youth, but I assure you, this boom is tearing you apart with every dance move. I love a little Vegas dancing. And he had begged for this trip.

As we walked down the strip, hand in hand, she promised me forever. I promised him my heart. Either way, we were winners. Lovers in the city that never sleeps. Partners in life. I held her hand, she held my heart.

Tribute cover bands.

Walking down the strip we found our forever. He kept up, missing most of them but making sure to hit the ones that mattered, taking my heart. A tribute to the days of yesterday, our focus on tomorrow. I would remember every day of my life… I would cling to this moment every day of my life. He played the tribute in my final hours, and I hung on.

Our limo awaits.

When the lights come on in Las Vegas, the sun begins to set. But you would never know there is no sun up there, unless you look up. The strip lights are brilliant. And at my age, looking up makes me dizzy. I tend to try to see past my belly to where I intend to place my foot next, unless I’m dancing. Then, my darling guides my steps to the rhythm of a version so reggae that Bob Marley comes to mind. He takes over my mind on any given night, laying out the melodies, forcing my feet to move. I feel the time. I dance the steps in my heart.

I may be close, but I’m not there yet… Hold the door open, darling!

Las Vegas style for Boomers.

It is real? Or is it just my memory? The sidewalk lit up like morning, people passed by, the limo was waiting at the end of the sidewalk and I… Dancing all night. I may never escape this world I live in, but I promise I’ll wait for you until the end.

It was yesterday?

I put you on the strip while you visited someone nearby. But I never separated from your side. You took my hand in yours and we walked. I gave you my heart.

Can someone write this song? The memory of Vegas-style cover bands, rock industry standards… I remember the moment. I remember the time. I remember the dance steps.

It can only happen in Las Vegas. The songs. Music. The dance.