Ole Blue Eyes and Two Kids.

[Edward Dean]

Business brought me to Vegas in the 80's and the only business trips Judy ever wanted to attend was here; it was her town for excitement and the ladies bawdy luncheon stories gave her more reason to protect her turf.

The Caesars headline was Old Blue Eyes 50th anniversary concert and don't think about getting tickets unless you were a whale and I spotted one at the crap table with Fast Freddy ; it was Corn Bread Red.

My pat on the back was no more than well wishes when his Southern smile and hand produced a pair of whale ducets for near front row seats to the show of the century and phenomenal back stage passes; my jaw dropped.

The opening act for Franks' big night was a little known comedian by the name of Jay Leno who was pushing the envelope while we waited for the Guru to preform and Judy's anticipation was a mental orgasm waiting to happen. 

Our liquid afterglow pushed us to the front of the pack and Frank smiled and spoke; "Leave the Chickie and get lost twerp" when I felt a hand touch the shoulder pads of my Armani business suit.

The well recognized smile framed with curly hair told me it was Deano and his words were simple and succinct; "Get your momma gone my man because she looks too much like Ava and Frank will eat her for lunch; don't bet on her fidelity"; it was a struggle getting Judy out of the room and it still makes me wonder to this day of who cheated who!

 

A mostly true story and i wish i would have let her make up her own mind.

I owed her that!

 

 

[Stephen Torelli]

Corn bread Red, the pool hustler? And the main guys of the Rat Pack. Our neighborhood pubs are still blasting songs from Dino and Frank. Great story!

[Teresa]

Really enjoyed this one Ed.  Love your comment about how Judy held her own during arguments.  Sounds like a true love story.

[Robert Crisman]

Sinatra really was an asshole, wasn't he?

[Jamie Hogan]

Love the six, Ed. It allows the richness of the evening to come through, along with the delicacy of the backstage situation. Tough choice, there. But I think Deano is right. You trust her, but this is Blue Eyes we're talking about. That's a chance not worth taking.

[Mike Handley]

That's amore!

This is such a cool story. I'm jealous.

[Gita]

Mostly true is true enough for me. This was a fun romp.  And I know what you mean about bawdy luncheon talk when women get together.  What else would we talk about, the kids? PUH-leez.

I disagree that women forget nada. We forget stuff, but selectively.

 

[Edward Dean]

The Mudspot 'Wee Small Hours' jogged my memory on this.

Judy was one of those gals that could flirt with danger and get away with it when she had a few. I doubt she would have wandered off the reservation but she was way over her head on this one.

Our inside joke was when we would argue, I would call her Ava. She subconsciously loved it and it only embolded her.

I miss those fights, we were damned good at it. Her batting average was at least 800. The other 20% she remembered and could drop them into a conversation 10 years later to prove her point!

Women forget NADA!:)

[Angela]

Interesting tale, and I think she did make up her own mind.  She picked you to start with, and she didn't fight to stay where she was.  You did her a favor by making it a little easier, is all.

[Cita]

What a sweet or maybe bittersweet story! 

[James Storbacon]

Well done, Edward. The night you described so well constructed and easy to imagine, from the curt dialogue to the fun imagery of pulling her out in the end, gave this piece a unique holistic shine.