The song "Close to Me" by The Cure reminds me of my husband.
We always used to go to this Irish pub downtown when we first met, and they had this rad old jukebox. After a few Guinness, I would always amble over to that jukebox and choose this song, then dance around a la Liz Lemon from 30 Rock. (You know I've been drinking if I'm dancing in public.)
He would always put down his pint and join me, the train wreck that it was. We'd do the Charleston. We'd attempt some swing. We'd do The Elaine. Mini mosh pit? No problem.
After a while, people started choosing this song when they got bored just so they had something to watch while they imbibed their tasty adult beverages. It was sort of a thing.
That pub got sold 4 years ago. The last night it was open, we tried and tried to steal the jukebox off the wall. It wouldn't budge. When the pub re-opened weeks later as a new establishment, the jukebox was gone. Trashed.
So now we have to dance around in our living room to The Cure on my iPod.
But at least we're still dancing.
Check out the music vid here.
