I *just* woke up. I was sick all morning, tossing and turning. I had one good thing happen – I dreamt about NYC.
Now I’ve never been. But it’s my “thing”, my dream, if you will, to wander the streets of New York being fabulous.
Last night, I did.
For some reason, I didn’t have a hotel. I guess my dumbass forgot to book one, and my solution was to stay out all night. But I was wearing the wrong shoes. I enter this store to see if I can use their dressing room to change out of my pants and into this skirt/boots ensemble. They said no.
Miffed, but not deterred, I decided to change right outside their store. It’s New York, like no one has ever changed clothes on the street, right? On my way to do this, I decide to have a fruity drink.
The woman making this drink hands me over 4 lollipop looking sticks and my drink looks like 2 limp yellow balloons. When she sees my WTF? look, she says “here, like this” and proceeds to stick each lollipop into the opposite side of the balloon, causing it to inflate. I’m left with this drink with two balloons and 4 sticks coming out of it.
As I’m walking away, she motions for me to go over to this guy who’s job I see it is to finish making this drink. He turns it over and leaves me with this tiny cup of yellowish liquid.
Strange.
This guy ends up being the coolest. I ask him where I should go tonight, and he starts telling me about all these awesome shows and parties and going ons and tells me to come along with him and his friends who, as if on cue, start showing up at the table. They’re all rad. I’m sitting there, grinning like a damn lark when this guy comes up to the table and says “are you terry?” I look out of the window before I answer and see this weird Spyder/Limo morph pull up with all of my enemies from JR HIGH (!!) riding in it. I realize he’s with them and excuse myself and end up trying to collect myself in the kitchen of this place I’m in. Obviously not thinking about how dumb it is to trespass, I get caught and those really cool people think I’m a thief so I leave all bummed out.
THEN, I end up following around some other people who say I can go to this film screening/show with them, and along the way I run into a ton of characters and visuals I can’t even begin to describe. It was awesome. I didn’t want to leave.
Maybe that’s why I overslept.
I wish I was still there.
You should be there. I almost venture to say go NOW. But you’ll know when you’re ready. And you’ll do what you have to do, right? Cause that’s all we can do, honey, what we can.
Methinks you need some good old fashioned time to yourself. I’m here at least till March, when you’ll get a break and I’ll go record for a week or two, maybe I can set up a slumber party or two for me and Queenie so you can have the house to yourself and spend the night being creative or introspective. Of course, there would also be a no-boyfriend rule, it has to be all you. What do you think?