We never did make it to Santa Fe, did we? Instead, we settled for getting drunk at La Rumba, where you whispered to me a cross-eyed "I love you." Alcoholics are so dramatic. And usually liars too.
Sometime last week I dreamt that I was elected mayor of Denver. "Apples In Stereo" played at my inauguration (its all about the local when you're mayor.) Except, of course, when the local becomes national -- Newsweek had me on the cover looking over my shoulder with the cityscape as a backdrop with the question, "Coolest Mayor in America?" And I gave the interview at Adega, eating veal cheek and speaking on solving the homeless problem downtown. Afterwards, we went for drinks at Flow.
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