Remember the little one frame cartoons from the seventies; lil' naked girl and lil' naked boy explaining what "Love Is..."? I have a memory from my life in Los Angeles that sums it up really well.
I hadn't been in L.A. very long when I expressed a burning desire to see the ocean. I am passionate about the ocean. My gentleman-friend offered to take me to the almost famous pier at Santa Monica beach and I was a happy puppy!
Well, by the time we ate lunch and found a place to park it was getting late in the afternoon. I had to walk on the beach barefoot ! - mandatory for oceanic enjoyment - and of course I wanted to ride the Merry-Go-'Round. And yes, I was a full grown adult at the time- but who wants to ACT like one?? My squeeze says to me; "Let's see the rest of the pier and we'll catch that on the way back to the car." Oh, okay. There is a lot to see and do at the Santa Monica Pier.
When we meandered back to the Merry-Go-'Round and walked up to the ticket lady, she announced that she was closing the gate. We had just missed the last ride of the day. I suppose my disappointment was written all over my face. "Oh well" I said, "we'll catch it another time." Me, trying to be a grown-up. The machines started moving the brightly painted and gilded animals and a lovely waltz plays while children smile and wave to the adults on the sidelines.
But this wonderful man would have none of it. Suddenly, I'm caught up in dance position and we're off! He waltzed me around the floor, nearly as fast as the Merry-Go-'Round itself. Around, and around, and around. I was laughing, he was laughing, the people standing were clapping, the kids were squealing with delight.
I fell in Love.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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