WEIRD DREAM ALERT!
I dreamed I was riding around El Paso on a scooter, looking for Bob. I couldn't just call him, because I was in possession of his cell phone. I was riding up El Paso's main street (for the record, I've never been to El Paso, though yesterday I was looking at UTEP's MFA website, which I quickly crossed off the list because it reminded me too much of Chula Vista High and why I didn't have a boyfriend in high school, so big no to that) on a scooter (don't have a scooter, either, must have come from talking to Ms. Firth about scooters and biking accidents) and its hot and dusty and on the other side of the street is this awful, ghetto parade with every float in some state of disrepair, and scary cowboys on motorcycles were giving me the creeps.
In my dream, my friend Katherine, a Lady Formerly of the College, had moved from her native Iowa to El Paso, so I went to her house, which was actually a room in a fancy health spa, where she handed me a menu and insisted I have lunch with her, and then ordered for me a pasta dish made with lotion. I haven't eaten anywhere fancy in awhile, but I certainly don't think lotion has become part of New Cuisine or anything.
I woke up and told Bob about "pasta with lotion." We find humor in that.
Bob did a show last night which I did not see because I chose instead to work on my novel at that time. I found him at the post-show diner with a gaggle of improv folks, during which time I pulled out my laptop to find a picture of
Jaye P. Morgan (not the 19th c. financier, the Gong Show lady) on l'Internet, only to have Marc direct me to a website featuring photos of elderly men engaged in a three-way, which I most certainly did not need to see.
All in all a good time, except for the elderly men.
Posted by Zerd at January 5, 2007 10:24 AM