I had dinner tonight with Valarie (the former Operations Manager of the DU Bookstore) at the Highland Tavern, a popular bistro in an up and coming neighborhood of northwest Denver. Valarie is still pretty sensitive about having her photograph taken, so I consider it a major victory if she doesn't cover her entire face in a scarf whenever I try to take a photo. At Valarie's graduation party a few months ago, her family and friends all insisted on taking photos of her, and were complimented on their efforts effusively. Whenever I take a photograph of Valarie, it is always the worst image of her she has ever seen. But I'm not insulted. Not at all. Not much, anyway. No big deal. What, me worry?
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