I was remembering one time…
When I was dating my late husband, one evening we wanted to go dancing but couldn’t find a place open except for a dive I knew called The Cactus Room. There was a jukebox, good snacks and the bartender knew me, so we were served free drinks. (I’m not sure if he was impressed or worried by that.) It was dark and there were quite a few tipsy barflies, but we got to dance. There was a Cuban record playing.
I said, "It’s not the Hyatt, but it’ll do in a pinch."
Hé laughed, ”I can imagine my mother looking down on us…"
"I’m sorry ! I didn’t realize—"
"No, she’s not dead, just a bit chauvinistic about her music."
As my mother-in-law, she turned out to be awesome and introduced me to some wonderful music by Afro-Cuban musicians. Michael and I would listen to old records with her and dance.
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I said, "It’s not the Hyatt, but it’ll do in a pinch."
Hé laughed, ”I can imagine my mother looking down on us…"
"I’m sorry ! I didn’t realize—"
"No, she’s not dead, just a bit chauvinistic about her music."
As my mother-in-law, she turned out to be awesome and introduced me to some wonderful music by Afro-Cuban musicians. Michael and I would listen to old records with her and dance.
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