And she wore sparkling blue
Walking downstairs to the basement and to my room, I was welcomed to the sound of Duke Ellington's "Perdido" on my Itunes.
It made me feel like I was walking into some sort of underground jazz club two blocks from the infamous corner of 18th and Vine.
But instead of being greeted by thick aromatic bar smoke and the shimmering tassles of 30s style dresses, I see the heads of two lacrosse sticks embraced between the tv and computer desk and the slumping, rumpled blankets on my bed. Not quite the bar life I was hoping for.
Regardless, the brown plush carpet makes for a wonderful imaginary dance floor for one.
It made me feel like I was walking into some sort of underground jazz club two blocks from the infamous corner of 18th and Vine.
But instead of being greeted by thick aromatic bar smoke and the shimmering tassles of 30s style dresses, I see the heads of two lacrosse sticks embraced between the tv and computer desk and the slumping, rumpled blankets on my bed. Not quite the bar life I was hoping for.
Regardless, the brown plush carpet makes for a wonderful imaginary dance floor for one.

