first off, and before i forget, i had the weirdest, most vivid dreams last night. the basic storyline was that heather ‘dooce’ armstrong was going out of town and she asked me to stay with her husband, jon, so that i could help out with her daughter, leta. cut to me in the armstrong home. leta is bigger than i thought, and so cute you really do want to lick her like a lollipop. jon isn’t around much, but every time i want to use the internet — which was dial-up? c’mon! — he needed to phone someone, so i spent a lot of time apologizing and saying things like “it’s almost finished uploading!” and “just one more photo!”.
then, out of the blue, rick shows up for a visit with me. he’s sitting there in an adirondack chair, decked out in his arkansas razorback trucker hat and tank top, being his normal dirty, perverted self. i’m standing there talking to him and he’s wiggling his lower parts around like a puppy with too much energy. “see? you make me crazy!” he says. then, in that strange way dreams have, i knew what he was thinking: taking me into the back room and finally getting into my pants after 11 years, which got me thinking about how we couldn’t do that because there’d be too much noise and jon & leta would hear us and i just couldn’t do that to heather. that’s about the time jon walked into the room and i had to explain to him who rick was and why he’d showed up.
then the dinner guests arrived. i turned around to get something or pick up leta and i was back in my own bed, rolling over to turn off the alarm.
dreams are SO WEIRD!
so, last night i went to a pair of photography exhibits in north shore galleries with some vandigicammers. first, it was to the edward burtynsky show at presentation house. next, we went to a horrible dinner at flavour of india (seriously, it’s all palki for me from now on). finally, we stopped by gallery yoyo to see the group show nicole dextras was in with three other women artists.
i hadn’t high hopes for the evening when we set out due to a massive, awful, excrutiating headache which started creeping up the back of my head mid-afternoon. by the time i’d picked up christopher and we’d gotten to my place, i was *this* close to taking to my bed to sleep it off. instead, i took a handful of ibuprofin, sucked it up and off we went. it took a while, but the drugs finally worked, so by the time we got to dinner i was feeling a lot better. so much so, even the awful service and mediocre food at dinner didn’t bother me.
the shows were good, if a little bland. i’d heard the Edward Burtynsky exhibit called “the ‘Where’s Waldo?’ show”, which is such a perfect description. the large photos had massive amounts of tiny details contained within them. it was fascinating to get very close and look for small treasures within the larger, mostly overwhelming, scenes.
after the second show, my headache started to return, so chris and i made an early exit and went back to mine to hang out and smell the roses he gave me.
it feels like it’s going to be a very busy next few days for me. i have tonight and tomorrow morning to prepare for my trip to victoria i undertake very early sunday morning. i still have to try to get ahold of jason and julie to see if they want to/are able to do something while i’m in their town. i hardly ever get over there, so i really hope they can fit me into their schedules somewhere. so, there’s laundry, shopping, packing and present-wrapping to be done in the next day and a half. also, there might be some social stuff thrown in, too.
so busy! too bad i can’t sleep on the ferry.