The things that you can see in real life are more gratifying, more beautiful, and more impressive than what you can imagine or conceive of. Such was the case when a skyscape, complete with breaking clouds and the setting sun, led my way home today. It was so beautiful that I narrowly missed a deadly accident westbound on the 10 freeway.By the time I got to National Boulevard, the scene that might have depicted the coming of the Lord instead looked like a polluted, overcast sky. I thought that I would go to Barnes & Noble for more inspiration. Specifically, I hoped to find an article in a gay magazine in which Brandon Flowers addressed the rumors of his sexuality. I had read the teaser online last night, and thought about it through the night and through the workday. (It's interesting, having a mandatory settlement conference on half the mind, and a hot rock upstart on the other.) An unfortunate detour to a Cinnabon led to a foolish decision to buy a Mochalatta Chill. The thing was so sickeningly sweet that, 2 hours later, I still have not gotten over it.
That dessert drink ruined my dinner, and threatened a stomachache that would push the memory of a beautiful sky out of my mind. But I remain happily obsessed with the idea of Brandon Flowers in a too-tight suit and cigarette pants, the dapper bad-ass who sat on the steps, covering his face as the white spotlight beat down on his irrepressible talent.
(Anybody know a good therapist?)
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 7:30 PM
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