We coordinated our flights to arrive at the same time. Our hotel room had a twinkling view of the city. We threw down our bags and made up for lost time.
"I have something for you," he announced and opened his suitcase. He pulled out a large card, got down on one knee with a very serious look on his face.
"I mean this with all my heart," he said looking into my eyes.
He had made a card out of a metallic copper paper and had it laminated. On the front were two overlapping red hearts.
Inside, in a pocket on the left side, were two silver rings. On the right side, he hand-engraved a poem.
These silver bands
Go on and on
Just like our love
We will see thru the same eyes
We will see time pass the same way
Clouds float into eternity
We are one of those clouds.
You are my love.
I broke out in tears and hugged him hard. I pulled back and saw a sly smile on his face. He knew the effect this would have. His mission was happily accomplished. With ceremony, we slipped on the rings on each other's fingers. Then we got dressed for the party. Billy had bought us matching G.I. Joe t-shirts for the occasion. Rings. Shirts. We were ready to go.
The big party was held in the Olympic Stadium in Montreal. There had to be at least 10,000 people there. The lighting was more spectacular than either one of us ever saw. A blanket of laser beams hovered five feet above us. He brought a velvet curtain tie that he tied to make a very loose belt. Our X was in high gear. He put the rope around his waist and on that spot, we created "the rope dance."
The dance went something like this; I would hold the rope and Billy, with unparalleled abandon, would spin and twirl and dance. I would roughly pull the rope close, bringing his body next to mine while we dirty danced then let him go again and off he would spin and dance. Pretty soon there was a crowd around us clapping. Billy was such an extraordinary dancer that he always created a crowd on the floor or as he would say, “his fan club.” He always got a little embarrassed by the attention but at the same time, he loved it.
After the party, we went to a club that was retro Sixties cool. We lounged on a large couch surrounded by lava lamps and smoked a joint. We saw bouncers coming toward us so we quickly handed the joint to a nearby stranger and let him take the heat.
About nine in the morning we finally got back to our hotel, wired and tired. We spooned and my mind was racing. I kept thinking about business, all the things that could go wrong and all of the things I should have done right. It wouldn't stop. I wondered what was going through Billy's mind.
"What are you thinking about, honey?" I whispered into his ear.
Simple. Direct. Billy. I understood at that moment how lucky I was to have his balance in my life.
It was one of the our most magical nights. From that moment on, Montreal was declared “our city.”
I am still wearing that ring. So is Billy.