When Pat Dinizio of The Smithereens passed, I told a story about my first date with my wife:
The first time I went out with Mrs. P in what could be considered a date, she wanted to dance. I hate dancing. But I told her that I would dance with her if “Behind the Wall of Sleep” by the Smithereens came on. It did. We danced, and later that night we kissed for the first time.
Except, as I had to sheepishly admit in an update, I got the song wrong when I initially related the story in the post. The actual song in question was “Blood and Roses.”
UPDATE 12-30-17: How awful. Mrs. P. reminds me that the song was “Blood and Roses” and not “Behind the Wall of Sleep.” (Actually, the way it worked is that I related the story to my brother-in-law, but citing the relevant song as “Behind the Wall of Sleep.” Christi told me I got it wrong, and that I had three more tries before I was “locked out’ — you know, the way one gets locked out of their iPhone upon guessing the password wrong . . . but with presumably more dire consequences. I got it right on the next try.)
So anyway, the day we first kissed was 30 years ago today.
I told this story to Dana and John earlier and thought I’d share it with you:
Although our first kiss was March 31st, 1991, that was only because it happened after midnight. Our first dance was earlier in the evening . . . on March 30th. Christi pointed this out last night. So, I put on “Blood and Roses” as she was making her dinner, and we danced again, albeit more creakily than we had danced in our early 20s, exactly 30 years earlier.
The first line of the song is: “It was long ago. Seems like yesterday.”