Saturday Night Update
Okay, last night was just plain strange.
It all staretd off while watching Goldmember. Excuse my incredulity, but... What in the sweet name of glaven was that? Seriously. I won't spoil the ending for those of you lucky enough not to have seen it, but as far as I'm concerned, the film was so incredibly bad that they'd do well to never make another Austin Powers film.
Partway through, I called MeShelle to check in on her and say goodbye, and to see whether Lisa had been coherent enough to realize the next morning that I'd bailed. Apparently she had, and had been disappointed. MeShelle said they were going out again last night, and that I could make it up to Lisa, and that Lisa could be just the girl I'm looking for. I replied that I'd seen enough of Lisa last night to know that wasn't the case; MeShelle laughed, and agreed that I might be just the kind of guy Lisa was looking for, but she was pretty sure that she wasn't what I'm looking for.
That's an understatement.
Later in the evening (during the climax of Goldmember) I had to go check on the dog, who was going nuts in her kennel outside. When I opened the door I heard some rustling, so I closed it, turned on all of the outside lights, and got my baseball bat (I figured my nine-mil would be excessive force) and went out to investigate. Before I could even let the dog out of the kennel, I saw the tracks: either a raccoon (just one this time) or a possum walked right in front of the kennel, so I'm not surprised in the least that the dog was going nuts.
Well, I remarked last night about the Lobster accidentally standing me up. Last night I dreamed three things in a single dream that will never happen.
Bono gave a solo concert on my back porch
The Lobster was at this concert, and she asked if I wanted to give dating (each other) a try; in true Fly dream style, I turned it down
I got a new car which was, I think, a Mazda Miata.
Now, I'll eventually get a new car, but a Miata? Not a snowball's chance in hell.
Anyway, I'm off. Shower or something; breakfast. Wishing I could just dream it all up again...
It all staretd off while watching Goldmember. Excuse my incredulity, but... What in the sweet name of glaven was that? Seriously. I won't spoil the ending for those of you lucky enough not to have seen it, but as far as I'm concerned, the film was so incredibly bad that they'd do well to never make another Austin Powers film.
Partway through, I called MeShelle to check in on her and say goodbye, and to see whether Lisa had been coherent enough to realize the next morning that I'd bailed. Apparently she had, and had been disappointed. MeShelle said they were going out again last night, and that I could make it up to Lisa, and that Lisa could be just the girl I'm looking for. I replied that I'd seen enough of Lisa last night to know that wasn't the case; MeShelle laughed, and agreed that I might be just the kind of guy Lisa was looking for, but she was pretty sure that she wasn't what I'm looking for.
That's an understatement.
Later in the evening (during the climax of Goldmember) I had to go check on the dog, who was going nuts in her kennel outside. When I opened the door I heard some rustling, so I closed it, turned on all of the outside lights, and got my baseball bat (I figured my nine-mil would be excessive force) and went out to investigate. Before I could even let the dog out of the kennel, I saw the tracks: either a raccoon (just one this time) or a possum walked right in front of the kennel, so I'm not surprised in the least that the dog was going nuts.
Well, I remarked last night about the Lobster accidentally standing me up. Last night I dreamed three things in a single dream that will never happen.
Now, I'll eventually get a new car, but a Miata? Not a snowball's chance in hell.
Anyway, I'm off. Shower or something; breakfast. Wishing I could just dream it all up again...
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