Ok. So it's not at the Royal Sonesta in New Orleans or at BJ's in historic Pasadena during the Super Bowl. Seriously, I found this Happy Hour to be so cute and funny. Volunteers! They are so great! Once a month this couple comes and provides entertainment for happy hour. He sings. She plays the piano. The pretzels and O'Doul's are passed out. Non-alcolholic wine is poured for the ladies. It's just so cute. (Call me demented.)
Remember, Jerry is in a facility that is for assisted living folks. That means, most of the residents are fairly independent and require only a little help. Jerry is in a locked memory care unit in the back. It's not locked because it's a prison. It's locked for their safety. They get an extra special amount of care. They cannot do for themselves. (Seriously.) They cannot brush their teeth, feed themselves, dress themselves..they cannot even sit on the potty. Yet, they still have an essence of "self" and are treated with dignity and respect. They are family.
For happy hour, the residents in the memory care unit are brought in with the assisted living folks in the front. It works out great and there seems to be no judgement at all regarding anyone's capabilities. It's a beautiful thing to see such acceptance.
Back to today's happy hour. When the entertainers said they were going to do love songs....I thought I was going to gag. Not again. Sappy love songs! Don't you know what you're doing? But, as Jerry drank his O'douls and I snuck a swig, I could hear the "others" singing. I could hear Andy Williams', "Moon River, wider than a mile. I'm crossing you in style someday". These people were singing along. (at least some of them.)
It's not your ordinary happy hour. While the activity director put the brakes on a wheelchair and the nurse replaced the oxygen tank for someone who had run empty....she gave her a kiss on the forehead..and continued to sing along...with those bluesy love songs...."The more I see you...the more I want you", written by Harry Warren and Mack Gordon and Stardust, sung by Nat King Cole.
Guess the reason I didn't get all weepy sad was because Jerry never much cared for those romantic songs. Now, if they had sung "Alabama's fight song" I suppose he would have responded. But, as it was....I was perfectly ok with his drinking his O'Doul's and staring at me. I just couldn't help it when "I'm in the Mood for Love" began. I looked into Jerry's eyes, sarcastically raised my eyebrows and stroked his cheek and sang. I saw a slight grin. I think he caught it...for a second. I could just see a slapstick comedy coming on. But, I refrained myself.
There was a time, though, that was the "pièce de résistance". The perfect moment when one of the crotchety elderly women yelled, "DO YOU HEAR A THING THAT THEY ARE SAYING?" It was a moment to remember.
No pun intended.