Then I went down to my parents' house and had some pot roast on Sunday night. If I were striving to be a vegetarian, I just failed. But luckily - I wasn't - I'm just poor! Hooray! ...wait a minute...
Anyway, I go home, tuck myself in, read the Bible (hi mom!) and go to sleep.
And then I have one fucked up dream!
In the dream I am wandering around Manhattan in pajama pants and a sequined bra and everyone around me was dressed in a hotdog suit and eating raw bacon right out of the package.
I would like to point out that the Hotdog people were less friendly looking that this guy - probably because I was in New York.
Ok - so let me explain why this was such a weird dream:
Ask anyone - I hate wearing sequins. Yeah, I could focus on the whole "Giant Walking Hotdog people eating raw bacon on the streets of Manhattan" aspect of the dream, but the sequins part of the dream is really what threw me! The whole time, I am itching my chest because the sequins were digging into me, and I kept trying to find sunscreen because SHIT I was exposed to the sun, and all the store sold bacon grease.
And here is the really messed up part: I woke up and thought to myself "Shit, now I want a hotdog!"
That's right. Not bacon. A hotdog. Who says I don't love my fellow man?
Sweetheart, your taste buds have died or maybe you don't want that dear Ira fellow to know, but that was pork shoulder you ate, not pot roast. If it had been pot roast there would have been little red potatoes and carrot chunks with it--not potato pierogis and beer gravy. The only thing missing were the biscuits and I still feel bad about that but we didn't know you'd have time to stay for dinner. Still, it looked like you enjoyed yourself, come again!
ReplyDeleteMaybe that pork loin/pot roast you ate gave you the weird dreams. Or maybe you were subconsciously figuring out how best to get Ira's attention. A sequined bra would do it!
ReplyDeleteI WILL AND YOU WILL REGRET TELLING ME I CAN BECAUSE YOU WILL BE OUT OF FOOD BY LIKE TOMORROW. Seriously. mmmmmmmmfood.
ReplyDeleteHrmmmm...both are quite possible...
ReplyDeleteI know! I KNOW! I am a dick, a dick surrounded by hotdog people, but a dick nonetheless.
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