Let’s go back in time. The Rat Pack. Guys in hats, gals in gloves

You meet for cocktails at a classy jazz joint on the Westside. The band strikes up a fast swing number. .

Fingers fly over the keys,drumsticks blur, double bass twisting. The singers make an entrance.

They’re young, laughing. He’s in a sharp black suit. She’s got that off-the-shoulder look. They sing; fast, fun, uproarious, finishing to tumultuous applause.

You sip your martini. The band slips into a slow smooth latin. Velvet voices rise in harmony as couples smooch.