Saturday Night Dinner Party Featuring Frank Sinatra

What’s up my fellow peasans, it is Saturday night and whether you are hosting your dinner party or going out to eat, I am bringing you the fire jams of the one and only Francis Albert Sinatra. The ProcrastiNation Princess and I are getting ready to head to our favorite Italian restaurant to celebrate six years together.
(Side Note: She is looking like a complete smoke-show tonight, so god speed to your boy Scors)

We are getting all gussied up, firing up the ol’ mid-size SUV like a couple of 62 year olds and getting to our dinner reservation promptly at 5:25pm. Early bird catches the worm food fans, especially when the Blogfather has a 7a.m. tee tomorrow morning.

Growing up in an Italian family, I can remember the music of Frank playing on the record player or on Sunday morning Sinatra on A.M. radio in New York. Those memories are filled with delicious Italian food, whether it be at home or going to my favorite Italian restaurant back home where we are friends with the owners and you feel like a celebrity when you go into eat.

So tonight, in the car ride to the restaurant, the man, the myth, the legend will be blaring through the speakers and serenading the bride and I as we head to our Italian feast. I am thinking some mussels and stuffed clams to start, then we move onto some Veal Rustico or Veal Picatta and finish it off with a tiramisu and a double espresso, come home, light up a cigar and as Michael Scott would say, “the rest has been censored for inapropri-oscity”.

Alright folks, let’s get to the countdown, these are in no particular order, but if you are home cooking a meal for you and your significant other, your friends, your family or you need a night alone, fire up these top five songs of ol’ blue eyes.

I do have to attribute Frank with making me an alcoholic (been sober for 29 months, shameless pat on my own back, suck it, it’s my blog, my podcast network) because I would watch him drink Jack Daniels and smoke cigarettes and I said, that is the epitome of cool, that is a legend, there is nobody who walks into a room and is badass like that. Unfortunately when I did it, I fell down drunk, broke a glass and burned myself with the lit cigarette.

In all seriousness, Frank is one of my favorite artists of all time and it brings back some of the memories I like to remember as a child, not many, but he is associated with a few. Not only was Frank a Los Angeles Dodgers fan but he gave us some of the best life advice, words we should try and live by, they are simple but yet so sophisticated:
“Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention”
Salud Chindon ProcrastiNation! Enjoy the way everybody looks tonight!