I Was Breathless With Anticipation
It was the Spring of 1994 and I was seated in the back of a long, black limousine that was taking me to the Las Vegas Strip. I was on my way to the MGM Grand to meet Frank Sinatra. My heart was running away with itself, and I had a hard time breathing. I was headed there to spend an intimate weekend with him. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself, conjuring up all sorts of scenarios and questions. I was a little on the thin side, weighing only 115 pounds. Would he think me voluptuous enough to waste his time? I mean, this was a man who had had some of the most beautiful women in the world! But wait, he was the one who sent for me after seeing me at one of his shows, wasn’t he? “Okay, calm down,” I told myself, “he knows what you look like.”
But what if he wants to go out somewhere glamorous?
I’m not dressed for that, and especially to be with him. Then I looked down at my sequined gown and sexy high heeled sandals. Oh. Well, I guess that’s okay too. What if he wants to go to dinner, what should I order?
Oh STOP it Nancy Carol! Frank, being the gentleman he is, will simply order for you and whatever you are served you WILL eat it and enjoy it! Besides, you will probably never even taste the food. Gosh I was just a nervous wreck, because all sorts of problems presented themselves.
Still….I congratulated myself! After all, it’s not every day a girl gets to spend a hot weekend with the Chairman of the Board, Ol’ Blues Eyes, The Voice, himself! How did I get so lucky…?
Champagne Frank’s Suite
When I arrived at the MGM, I was met by one of Frank’s people, a giant man who looked like he could take on everybody in the casino….all at once! I was escorted to Frank’s suite where this big guy gently tapped on the door as if he was afraid to disturb the occupant. The door opened and Frank Sinatra stood there in blue silk pajamas and robe. Nothing like getting right to it, I thought! He took my hand, waved the giant away with the other hand, and pulled me to a table set for two, where there was a vase of beautiful pink, red and yellow roses. There was champagne in fancy fluted glasses waiting for us to sip.
“Here baby, make yourself comfortable,”
He handed me a white silk rose embossed robe and said, “Here baby, make yourself comfortable.” I was breathless with anticipation. I went into the bathroom (I still had some modesty after all) changed into the robe, made my way back into the sumptuous suite. He held my chair for me and we sat across the table from each other and sipped champagne. There was a knock at the door and Sinatra got up and opened the door to reveal a room service person, who proceeded to serve us dinner.
We had lobster and steak, more champagne, more champagne…..he sang several songs to me, told me how beautiful I was and how glad he was that I had decided to meet him. (OH YEAH!, like I “decided!” I felt it was a “command performance” I couldn’t refuse!) I gulped a little more champagne. He took one of the roses from the vase and touched my lips with its petals, and then leaned over and kissed me…. I was in heaven!
Oh my heart just melted when he sang this. – He said I put a spell on him!
Frank is a very witty guy, always with something funny or “off the cuff” to say. You never know what’s going to cross his mind. But this song really gave me the shivers, and I couldn’t wait to get to the “main event.” He told me I put a “spell” on him, that he was enchanted with me. We had a few more glasses of champagne, while he sat cozily close to me.
Witchcraft…He said I put a “spell” on him.
Can you imagine? He sang this directly to me. – And then he kissed me….
He was so passionate as he sang this song to me, because he said, “The song is like us and our meeting, but we’re no longer strangers.” I was trembling all over. Then he kissed me….and the next thing I knew we were walking toward a big bed, with Sinatra holding my hand. He held me close, kissed me, held me closer yet, and, and…fade to black……
Baubles, Bangles and Beads….
He says I “glitter and gleam,” and that I make him “dream,” “so that someday, he may, buy me a ring, ring,….ring, …..ring! RING! And that’s when I rolled over and turned off the alarm clock. Yes, sadly, it was all just a dream! And that’s the story of my hot weekend with Frank Sinatra….or IS IT?
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