Red Red Wine

"Every day is a chance to be better."
-Dollhouse, Season I
Episode 4, Gray Hour (2008)

Original Music Video to "Red Wine" by UB40:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gaixi53gOg&feature=fvw

"Red Red Wine"
lyrics

Red, red wine
Goes to my head
Makes me forget that I
Still need her so

Red, red wine
It`s up to you
All I can do I`ve done
memories won`t go
memories won`t go

I just thought that with time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong, now I find
Just one thing makes me forget

Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don`t let me be in love
It`s tearin` apart
My blue, blue heart

I just thought that with time
Thoughts of you would leave my head
I was wrong now I find
Just one thing makes me forget

Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be in love
It's tearin' apart
My blue, blue heart


Twenty-five years ago today:

March 23, 1985
Saturday

The phone rang at 8:30AM and it was Paloma. She had just awoken as well.
"I'll be over in an hour and a half, OK?"
"Okay," I replied and got up to wash my car while Marty sat around looking through magazines.

Paloma arrived at 10AM and I went to mom's to deliver my new slacks so she could hem them (as promised). We made our greetings and were off to hit the road. Smart me took Paloma's directional advice, so we went over the San Mateo Bridge and then via Highway 101 and on to Highway 17 all over again. We'd have been in Santa Cruz an hour sooner had I remained on Highway 17 to begin with. Oh well, we learn from our mistakes.

We had a good time. Paloma and I laid out on the beach which was quite relaxing. It's one of my favorite things to do (Paloma, too). I gave her the code information for MT (My Type), NMT (Not My Type) and FBL (Fuckable). We started playing the game with passers by that turned up on the beach.

One Santa Cruz guy asked me, "Is she your girlfriend?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"I've got to hand it to you," he said with a wink.

Paloma and I fidgeted through a few bathing suit shops. We saw better looking people on the Santa Cruz Boardwalk than we did on the beach. We figured it was because they all had more clothes on. We laughed. We took some great pictures of one another. I can't wait to see them.

We had a milkshake and sandwich on a french baguette roll at a neat shop. It was such a beautiful day.

After a few rides on the caged Ferris wheel and the speedway we headed for Los Gatos for dinner at The Good Earth. It was good there, too (despite the lonely lesbian sitting across from us who was eyeing Paloma).

From Los Gatos we made it to San Lorenzo's Black Angus. We both sipped on White Russians. We had red wine with dinner. It reminded me of that UB40 song called "Red Wine" as we sipped it with dinner.
"This place reminds me of Baxter's," Paloma said.
"They're all the same. That's how it is in the U.S."

We went back to my house after dinner and shared some voluptuous kisses. We had the ultimate tanned bodies. Paloma went home soon after.
I said, "I'll call you tomorrow."

I drove over to mom's house and started to watch Farrah Fawcett in a movie called "The Burning Bed". I was too tired to get into it, so I returned to my pad. I found Marty home when I arrived. He was cooking 'heaven knows what'. I had just missed a phone call from Paloma.
Marty said, "She said it was urgent."

I called Paloma back immediately only to learn that she had frightfully good news.
"Michael! I received the letter from Air France! They want to see me...to interview me and give me uh, uh, a test this Wednesday...IN France!"
"Oh my God, what are you going to do?"
"I'm flying on Monday light."
The way she was talking made me feel as though she was shaking. It was like she was so nervous about going. She's not sure if it will be that easy for her to return to the United States.
"You may need to come in two weeks to marry me," Paloma said.
I was silent and felt rushed about it all.
While in Santa Cruz Paloma had asked me, "If we got married do you think it would be the same? Would it be as fun?"
"Yes, you're the only one," I replied.
I seriously felt I would marry her at this point. She's a sweetheart.

At first, I didn't know how to react when she said, "I'm going to France."
I wonder if I should go in April...or July...or September...to France. I wonder what will happen?

Paloma has no idea what she is going to do with all of her 'stuff'. After the exciting talk I reassured her.
I said, "We both need to sleep on it. Try not to worry."

Wild how your emotions change in an instant.
...
I try to keep thinking that maybe I've had my share of rotten surprises for the time being, and maybe some of the surprises coming up will just have to be good ones.
-James Kirkwood
"Good Times Bad Times"
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