2002-08-22 || 11:42 a.m.

|| and there is something about her voice that slices my heart to bits sometimes. ||

the other night i was waiting for my ex-boy to show up so i could take him out to dinner (an unwise decision i know, complemented nicely by my roommate continually referring to it as a date, but we won't get into that.), wearing a dress my sister sent me from montana. it was navy blue polyester and rather short and fitted and long-sleeved and slightly carol brady but not in a terribly obnoxious way (i only write about the dress because this was one of those dresses that turned out to be disposable. as in. after one wearing i think i have to throw it out. as in. while out on the town i came to the startling realization that the seams were em coming apart in several places, heh.). but. so. i was waiting. watching the tele. and i found the most wondrous thing. as in. sitting in the orange chair crying over the loveliness. as in. hoping the boy would be horribly late so as not to interrupt the magic.

it was this tv special type thing. from the sixties it looked like. it was judy garland. the older judy garland. singing amidst this elaborate horrible set, with columns and mirrors and multiple cameras. and she was a bit shaky and unsure and obviously uncomfortable with the silly set. she sang a song and then walked along and started singing to man, of whom you could only see the back. and the camera panned to the two of them and the man was frank sinatra. a young sassy frank sinatra. and they held hands and flirted and sang more songs. and poor frank had to run the elaborate set gauntlet, also a bit confused by it and all the cameras. but. it was beautiful. and then. judy starts singin to this other man, who is revealed to be dean martin. a young sober dean martin. and he sings to judy, has a play fight with frank, and walks through the labyrinth of all the columns and walls and cameras.

it was just. that they were so young. and somehow genuine. and it was all very much set up for the sake of entertainment in the style of the time. it was a televised musical time capsule. it was lovely.

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