Fly Me to the Moon
I forgot to share this fun blessing...
On the way home from my last treatment, Mark and I stopped at Macaroni Grill for a bite to eat. A waiter was helping another table...he was singing to their little girl! Perhaps because I was "on drugs", I boldy asked our waitress if he could come fill my tea and sing to us, too. She said she thought so and went to talk to him. (At this point, Mark is trying to slip under the table.)
The waiter came over, filled my tea, and sang to us. His choice: "Fly Me to the Moon." It was GREAT!!! He had a fabulous voice, had great personality, and the song was so fun.
So, now Mark and I have "our song". And, we have a great memory. Thanks, Macaroni Grill waiter!
On the way home from my last treatment, Mark and I stopped at Macaroni Grill for a bite to eat. A waiter was helping another table...he was singing to their little girl! Perhaps because I was "on drugs", I boldy asked our waitress if he could come fill my tea and sing to us, too. She said she thought so and went to talk to him. (At this point, Mark is trying to slip under the table.)
The waiter came over, filled my tea, and sang to us. His choice: "Fly Me to the Moon." It was GREAT!!! He had a fabulous voice, had great personality, and the song was so fun.
So, now Mark and I have "our song". And, we have a great memory. Thanks, Macaroni Grill waiter!
posted by Beverly @ 9:23 AM
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