EDITOR’S NOTE: It’s not Friday. I may still be high from pain meds. Let’s just pretend it’s Friday twice this week – you are all excused from serious work!
I am getting barraged by two very different emails lately: The decadent, “We miss you in Vegas,” offers and the “Ski Resort of Your Dreams” teasers. Each are just a touch painful to delete every.single.day.
I spent yesterday watching back to back episodes of Miami Vice – starting with the pilot – and now I have a huge crush on Don Johnson and the 80’s all over again. That dirty blonde hair blowing around in that Ferrari Daytona Spyder and those eyes were lethal for 14 year-old me. MAN, that show. Carrera sunglasses, stubble, cassette tapes, espadrilles, and boats on cars on hairspray. It was everything awesome about the 80’s.
For my money, kissing dreams are the very best kind of dreams. They’re like little gifts wrapped in silk-satin bows from your subconscious.
Music break. This song has shown up again in my shuffle and I’m glad it has. Also I love these two. There is something tender about them in this. Regardless of history shared, there is something about two people who are or were connected by love and music – two things that, in my mind, just never end.
Y’all have a good weekend – we’ll see you back here next week. xo