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May 15, 2006
Slave to Latte, Slave to Love
After spending the weekend switch-hitting between dancing, working, missing the woman who taught me everything I need know of surly portraiture and sobbing my brains out at the Cherry Creek mall, I needed a little pick-me-up last night. And apparently the alliterative flair that three glasses of cheap Chilean and chocolate chip cookies offered Marie and me during a several hour stint at The Thin Man just wasn't enough.
Enter Bryan Ferry's Slave to Love video on You Tube. 
Oh dreamweaver.
Such sighs.
Though it's hard to imagine him driving a "doolie" and tackling a "cougar" like all these Denver boys seem to do in their off time, I've got faith my favorite fop (exceptin' Mick and Dave, natch) is packing up his suits, strapping on his shitkickers and moving out here to find me as I write this. Come on. I quoted him in my high school yearbook. I pour a mean Malbec. I fance it up real nice.
We're obviously destined.
Posted by Bree at May 15, 2006 08:26 AM