Friday, warm San Francisco night, wondering if you remembered to meet me for our night out.  I wasn't sure till you called and your sweet sweet voice filled me with joy.  You remembered and I will see your sweet sweet face.  Mexican restaurant during the day and club bang at night, how would I have known, but you did.  Your charm with the door-man got us in.  What a party, music, dancing, your friends, your playground.  To my surprise, eyes wide open, you placed your hand in mine.  I froze, I was a little boy with candy.  I looked into your eyes and I was yours to begin our love affair, we fell in love.  How wonderful that Friday warm San Francisco night that we celebrate since.  Our little secret, love affair.

9 October 1993, overcast San Francisco day, garden morning after it rained, Laura's green eyes, family & friends, steel drum music rasta-man, Blue angels fly-by, ohio players crash the party, dancing, Jamaican jerk food, no questions asked, Miss Pearls Jam House, Phoenix Hotel ...

Your sweet hand in mine, we danced, love struck me, I was yours way before we said yes, so today my world smiles, you in my heart and dreams … (9 October 1993, Miss Pearls Jam House, San Francisco)