“Those girls have no couth! Half dressed, screaming in public! This vacation stinks, Roger!” Carol said.
Our get-a-way location was also the video spot for the band my wife passionately hated for no reason. The release of their Christmas album, Stayin’ Warm was coming up, heard about it on the radio. I liked them. I’ll admit I was jealous of their flowing hair, and all three sang tenor, unique for sure.
They strolled out to the castle’s front veranda followed by a group of cameramen, and a mob of fans, nearly crushing anyone in their paths.
The performers wore the biggest fur coats I had ever seen, caught myself staring. Carol brought me back to reality with a swift punch to the arm. I rubbed the pain away and followed her to the elevator. I noticed the lead singer gawking at my woman’s behind, I grunted and kept moving.
We reached our floor, the doors slid open, and we walked down the long corridor to our room.
“Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh, stayin’ warm, stayin’ warm…..Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh….” They sang loudly. The music disturbed our peace. Carol kicked her shoes off, screamed, jumped in bed and covered her head with a pillow.
I laid back and watched the local news. Carol dozed off.
Later that day, Carol suggested dinner at the hotel restaurant seeing as our options were slim, stuck on this snowy mountain.
Once in the hall, we passed the group again. The lead singer abruptly stopped. “Carol, I thought that was you!” He said.
She nodded, handing me her purse. “Let’s go, Roger!”
“How do you know the lead singer of the Cee Dee’s?” I asked.
She didn’t answer, only blushed.
The singer turned back towards me. “She’s more than a woman.” He winked.
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