i had this bizarre dream that i was at work, but our office was on a big boat. we had to lay out plans for some sort of sound design for a show, and i was busy wrapping up some sort of box things in cloth, that were part of the design.
then i was following pat around for some reason, and in walked brad robertson in a denim jacket and glasses, and vanessa q. and several of those other theater people who ignored me in high school. pat started walking with them and i knew that i was supposed to too, but i was PISSED because they ignored me then, and they were ignoring me now, and i was thinking, good lord, we’re 30, you could at least say hello!
i made like i was going to fall in and go with them, but instead i turned and went up some stairs. at the top of the stairs they came through another door, and vanessa said fake-sweetly “oh my, how did you get here before we did?”
man, i don’t know what that dream was trying to tell me.
[Editor's Note: After a lot of thought, I made the decision to refer to Vanessa's last name only by it's first letter to protect her privacy, because I'm a nice person and it apparently upset her. 5/8/06]
Speaking of rides that spin, last Tuesday Doc and Kim and I went on the new, modern equivalent of the old Spinnaker ride at Six Flags. This is the torturous barrel-shaped thing that spins at ridiculous speeds, glues you to the wall using G-force, and then drops the floor out from under you. No one with any semblance of sanity would get into this contraption, but we did. (What does that tell you?) The last time I went on the Spinnaker it was with Kim in high school, and we drank a milkshake before we got into the thing, and we paid for it the rest of the night. This time, fifteen years later, we got into the thing again (no milkshake this time) and that pretty much ruined the rest of the rides for me that evening. The problem with the State Fair is that most of the rides spin. At least at Six Flags, there’s a whole lot of them that just go straight.