8.30.2004
La Luna
Wow. What a strange weekend. I'm usually not one to reflect on the moon's mojo but there were a number of incidents that had me waving my index finger at the big cheese.
#1
Saturday night I had a dream about one of the sales reps at the art company I used to work for. I dreamt I was in my pajamas and I had a meeting with Bruce, whom I haven't seen in at least 5 years. I was upset about my attire and was trying to figure out how I could either change or hide. I can’t recall the rest of the dream but I distinctly remember Bruce. On the way to breakfast the next morning I told the girls about my dream and how random it seemed to dream about him. We pull up to the restaurant (one that I’ve been to maybe twice in the past 2 years) and who calls my name from the crowd of people waiting to be seated? Yup, Bruce. WEIRD. I mean, he doesn’t even live in Phoenix anymore. He lives in Atlanta and was visiting for the weekend. I laughed and told him about my dream and how crazy and wonderful it was to see him. We laughed and chatted for a while before saying goodbye and heading to our respective tables. I’m still thinking that one through.
#2
M: So what time should we meet?
J & C (simultaneously, at separate locations): In an hour.
#3
I was up late playing guitar when I heard Kiko growl and bark a couple times while looking out the upstairs window. Kiko hardly ever barks at night so it put me on edge and my imagination decided to cook up Go-Go Yubari carrying a slim jim (okay, I guess that's not too menacing) . Kiko darted downstairs and glared first at the front door then at the back patio door. I made a quick check of the perimeter and when nothing turned up, I looked up and frowned at the bright moon smirking in the sky.
#4
Laura Branigan died. Excuse me, what? You’ve got to be kidding me. One of my favorite childhood crushes passed away…at 47? I still can’t believe it. *cue the zippo* There will always be a special place in my heart for you, dear Laura. May you rest in peace.
#1
Saturday night I had a dream about one of the sales reps at the art company I used to work for. I dreamt I was in my pajamas and I had a meeting with Bruce, whom I haven't seen in at least 5 years. I was upset about my attire and was trying to figure out how I could either change or hide. I can’t recall the rest of the dream but I distinctly remember Bruce. On the way to breakfast the next morning I told the girls about my dream and how random it seemed to dream about him. We pull up to the restaurant (one that I’ve been to maybe twice in the past 2 years) and who calls my name from the crowd of people waiting to be seated? Yup, Bruce. WEIRD. I mean, he doesn’t even live in Phoenix anymore. He lives in Atlanta and was visiting for the weekend. I laughed and told him about my dream and how crazy and wonderful it was to see him. We laughed and chatted for a while before saying goodbye and heading to our respective tables. I’m still thinking that one through.
#2
M: So what time should we meet?
J & C (simultaneously, at separate locations): In an hour.
#3
I was up late playing guitar when I heard Kiko growl and bark a couple times while looking out the upstairs window. Kiko hardly ever barks at night so it put me on edge and my imagination decided to cook up Go-Go Yubari carrying a slim jim (okay, I guess that's not too menacing) . Kiko darted downstairs and glared first at the front door then at the back patio door. I made a quick check of the perimeter and when nothing turned up, I looked up and frowned at the bright moon smirking in the sky.
#4
Laura Branigan died. Excuse me, what? You’ve got to be kidding me. One of my favorite childhood crushes passed away…at 47? I still can’t believe it. *cue the zippo* There will always be a special place in my heart for you, dear Laura. May you rest in peace.
