lastnite: a dream journal

Reunion, potato salad, and Bullitt

This may not make sense, but it's 3:30 am and I want to go back to bed.

It was our high school reunion, even though it hadn't been ten years. I ended up in the hotel lobby first and the bartender had almost stopped carding people since everyone was born within one year. I actually got a drink and it was given to me in a paper cup with a straw and lid. The bartender was very polite and amazed that I so willing pulled out my ID. I guess she was just easily impressed. Olivia and Erika were there, so I chatted with them.

I found a model of some Backstreet Boys/N*Sync video and started dismantling it, amazed I could do so. I moved a waltzing couple, and could see it removed from the live-action video projected behind the table with the model. I also saw that they had left their notes there, full of comments like "Aim for VH1 Behind the Music: need something for twenty-second clip." It was a predominantly red video, possibly with the shade of red in Madonna's "La Isla Bonita" dress from the video, with red sets and dancing (waltzing) couples. Much more Falco's "Rock Me Amadeus" than anything they've done: perhaps they were either expanding their ouevre or parodying themselves.

Somehow I ended up in a grocery store, where I was supposed to pick up Priya. I have a feeling it's where IGA used to be, although it was almost set up like that funky deli/restaurant in Boston that Dad loved so much (Bon Marche?). I found her, and she was with Jay and his girlfriend: both he and she were dressed as Little Bo Peep (Jay) and Nick Park's sheep from that one "Wallace and Gromit" (the girl). Priya told me I had to go see if I was the winner for the birthday drawing of potato salad. We waiting in line and two Amish girls almost cut in front of us, but I was surprisingly assertive and said, "She said you already drew the winner." Someone named Tiffany Jones won, and there was a big note in the meat display about it.

Priya and I got in my car. Daniel C. was supposed to come with us, but he got into a screaming match with two other people in the parking lot, so we left. I was driving very poorly and even commented to Priya that "I don't drive this bad all the time, just often." Oh how I amused myself, and how Priya was scared. On certain steep hills and bumps, I couldn't see the road, just like Bullitt. I looked at the speedometer and realized I was going fifty after I heard the police sirens. We stopped by the side of the road, my heart pounded as I tried to remember if I had had those drinks yet or not, and then I woke up.