A Strawberry Fields reference there somewhere

Perhaps one of the best remembered spontaneous, flirtatious, natural, brilliantly us nights in quite a while, really. For tomorrow's office Christmas party, we make small sweet/salty favors, intricately doing a kind of kitchen dance about one another as the Beatles are piped in from the living room, humming between laughs, singing minor syllables between comments. It's late, we've gotten punchy, which is really all the better and while I wish I knew ways to replicate the feeling (to bottle it, figuratively--maybe to "poison"-tip Nerf darts with it) on days unlike these. Until I've perfected the art, for now, I'll grab this one and hold tightly.