Fantastic Night

I love time travel. Just love it. I wish it could happen. I am a sucker for ANY movie that uses it in the plot.

Last night I came the closest to time travel that a man can get. For Valentines Day Peggy and I went to see "Sinatra at the Sands" at the Triple Door. Cooler than cool, ice cold!

For starters the Triple Door is cool and it feels like time travel every time I go. Little restaurant booths, great music; it makes me feel like Ricky Ricardo.

I am currently reading the new Mantle biography. With the exception of punching out some noisy neighbors* the entire evening made me feel like the Mick catching Sinatra at the Copa, with the slight exception that I was with my lovely wife, and it was the 7:00 show, not 3:00 in the morning.

*And believe me I was about to do just that. Two couples in a table behind us were yakking up a storm. I finally turned to their table, gave them my best dagger look and said "isn't it great to be able to finally catch up and talk with one another". Fortunately this humbled them enough to take their conversation outside, because I was ready to take them outside!


Aside from that minor transgression of aggression, the night was terrific. Great music, great company and a great trip back in time!