Sat 10 May 2008
There Was a Naked Chorus Line, I Think
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While I could easily cultivate a taste for Parmigiani watches and Mont Blanc pens (truth be told, I prefer Pelikans), I, like most folks, live a hamburger existence. Based on the nightmares I had last night, however, my body chemistry has changed enough I don’t need to actually eat a hamburger before bedtime.
I guess the kicker was the one in which Whoopi Goldberg and I were taking care of R. in my buddy Mark’s old house in the Little Town. Two complete strangers, a man and his wife, walked in from the hall and the guy started immediately making out with R. I ran the guy out, only to see that he’d parked an enormous bus on the lawn and was unloading a tent and barbecue stuff to spend the night. (I think there was a chorus line of naked dancers involved in this camp-out as well, but thankfully my memory is dimming.) Incensed, I called the police and told them the whole story. An arrest ensued and much colorful commentary from Whoopi.
That’s when I woke up.
There were three equally Cecil B. DeMille-esque dreams that preceded this one and all were just as wild and improbable. The first one was so disturbing I woke up in a cold sweat, but now I have no recollection of the details. I blame it all on Sonic.
R.’s been pretty down this week and the blood pressure pill incident didn’t help. By way of an apology, I took her to Sonic last night. Although I ate a cheeseburger, I took vegetable chips in lieu of fries and only filched a couple of small onion rings. I never join her for ice cream from Marble Slab afterwards since the stuff hurts my teeth. Instead I opted for several spoonfuls of Light & Fit vanilla yogurt when we got home. (I’ve always been a pudding freak, so it works for me.)
Somewhere at the junction of cheeseburger, baked jicama, and deep fat fried onions, my subconscious obviously started tripping. I’m almost as tired this morning as I was last night and am knocking off my morning ride in two parts after just 40 minutes on the bike after I got up. Beyond the work-related stuff on the laptop, my big plans for the afternoon involve washing the patio door to facilitate photography at the All You Can Eat Critter Bar. The feeders are starting to attract little perching birds I can’t identify without an image from which to work and I’m dying to get a mid-air shot of the Alien Squirrel flinging himself at the hanging feeder.
Thanks to the blood pressure pill incident, I have no need to vacuum today, just must wrestle with some laundry and run to PetsMart for more cat litter. All and all, a normal Saturday and so far, at least, there are no vagrant barbecuers or naked chorus lines in the driveway, which I’m taking as a good sign.
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