There was a party in the street downtown this evening. As a scootered by, the song "Uptown Funk" was playing. Laughter bubbled up over me as I slowed my scooter down to listen as I passed. I wonder if that song will ever not make me stop everything and pause.
I spent my marriage running from the song, literally. He hated that song more than just about anything. I don't even know why. And you wouldn't believe how often it gets played at events! It would just take the first beat and we would be hurrying out of the room. I can even picture the way he would often cover his ears as we left.
I never understood why but I also didn't question it. I just saw it as a quirk of his that I didn't need to understand to accommodate. I do wonder though now all that I missed every time we ran out of the room.
The first time I heard it after the separation was last October. They played it on the night small boat tour I took as we sipped rum drinks and made our way back to the cruise ship after exploring a shipwreck in the Bermuda Triangle. He wouldn't have been able to escape that one! That was probably the first time I got to hear the song all the way through.
I heard it again at the Orange Party on the late June/early July cruise. I admit that I had a moment instinct to flee. It was that ingrained and I wasn't confined like the small boat tour last October. But then I realized I didn't have to and I raised my glass and weaved my way deeper into the crowd.
This evening I laughed in joy to be able to stop running.
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