Date: 2007-02-15 22:07 Subject: The Danica Post Security: Public Location: Ballard, USA Music: Silence

Last night I ate steak with my fingers to the chimes and drums of distant Africa. Blood trickling from the corners of my mouth and into my beard, I was a barbarian king sitting before belly dancers and humble servants. Beside me, upon cushions of the finest cloth, sat my woman-queen, my she-devil of the northern plains. A moment of respite in the deepest depths of War Season, an oasis of calm and decadence on 85th Street.

Praise the heavens for Danica, and an unforgettable Valentine's Day feast. And for that matter, thank the heavens for Danica and an unforgettable year and a half.

My woman has strong mojo. Consider the evidence:

• Hand-fed me roast lamb shank, lover-style last night.
• Baked us a delicious red velvet cake last night.
• Tolerates my sorry ass.
• Adorable.
• Watches Doctor Who with me without snickering.
• Great in the sack.

And with a crash of exotic cymbals, the barbarian king is pleased.