Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Sometimes A Friend Is A Cole Porter Song (or And Now For Something Completely Different)


This is Adrian.

Between the thirty daily emails, the late night visit to a suddenly broken heart, the rapier wit, the crystal clear feedback, the willingness to seek the perfect burger, the leadership by example and the companionship in the constant search that shouldn't be rare but often is, there is nothing left to do but to quote Florence's favorite verse from her favorite song.

You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.


*You're The Top, Cole Porter


(YOU'RE CELLOPHANE WAS FLORENCE'S FAVORITE LINE AND AS WE SANG IT TOGETHER SHE WOULD BURST INTO CACKLING LAUGHTER)

2 comments:

adriancito said...

CELLOPHANE!
i love it claire, thank you so much...

Bucko said...

Lucky you, to know someone you can call cellophane!