Last night was a ton of fun. It was also oddly like an episode of This is Your Life. Just about everybody I’ve ever danced with at Elysium was there. I got to dance with Robert and Erica!! *squee!!*

The only person missing was the girl who was supposed to be my date. I stared sadly at the Tam-shaped hole on the dance floor for about a nano-second and then got over myself. Besides, I am about to head over to her house for tye-dying shennanigans.

And afte Tye-Dye….gonna go catch 300

I will let you guys know how it is.

I woke up this morning and stumbled over to my desk. As I do pretty much every morning, I turned on the random, all music selection. So here is what it has played so far:

Do Ya Think I’m Sexy by The Revolting Cocks
Come Undone Duran Duran
A Question of Time Depeche Mode
You Sexy Thing Hot Chocolate

I think my music service is hitting on me.

That was possibly the weirdest dream I have ever had, in my life. Here goes:

Me and two of the KITH boys (who are in their old lady drag from the “Rusty” skit) were running around Lake Crystal. Yeah, that one. The one featured in all those films about psycho, hard to kill maniacs stalking NYV**.
Jason – being played by “Sloth” from The Goonies – is circling around the cabin that we are hiding in. We have already whapped him on the head with iron skillets a couple of times. It has stunned him but, he is relentless.
There is some confusion in the dream about this next part. Apparently, we have found a car. The only problem is that Sloth/Jason is blocking our route to said car. The only thing we have left as far as weapons go is a round dozen of Pico de Gallo pies. They are laid out on a backing sheet, on the floor near the door of the cabin. We start our run towards the car, throwing pies like mad. Tomatoes, onions and pie shell are flying.

And, that’s about when I woke up.

Apparently the dream gnomes have been smoking crack.

* What the friggety fuck?
** That’s nubile young virgins, btw.