Lightsabers and Lollipops

i would give you more entries but my computer is no longer good at multi-tasking.
heck, it's no longer good with just tasking.
it overheats if it's like over 30 degrees in here.
or if i even think about holding the arrow over the itunes icon.

but enough excuses. lemme tell you about this dream i had:

the dream started off with the fact that i got suckered into going to some high skool reunion mock dance thing.
it kinda had rules, or guidelines.
for instance, i had to go with the girl that i went to turnabout with.
didn't matter if we were married or not. had to go with them. so there.

lemme take this chance to give you a lil history about when i actually did go to turnabout at my skool.

i was plan B.
that's how i ended up getting asked.
the girl who asked me, leslie, was going to attend with this guy who was lucky enough to be dating the french foreign exchange student. it turned out that the frenchie could come to the dance and so he let leslie find her own escort.
keep in mind, she found out a week before the dance. so she had the dress and flowers and such all taken care of.
so did i mind being plan B?
nope. it was kinda fun actually. all i had to do was dress up and pay for half of the pictures.
in fact, i have nothing bad to say about the whole deal. there was no love interest. it wasn't going too much further after the dance. the evening ended with a hug.



the craziest thing about the night was that we actually slow danced to the song "unforgiven" by metallica.

there's some background.
now here's more dreamy story.

so why i wanted to go to this reunion dance i will never know. in real life i avoided my 10 year high skool reunion cuz i didn't wanna go and pretend to catch up with people about why i was a pool boy who lost his flowing red hair. i like taco bell and movies.
at this mock dance hardly anybody was actually dancing. they kept complaining that the DJ sucked. me being a DJ for weddings and parties for over 10 years, i've heard this many times from the worst people. but in this case, they were right. he was playing old obscure rock that most people could not dance to. i could probably compare the selection to the chicago radio station-"the drive".
they were going up to the DJ and saying things like, "stop playing rock" and "play stuff we can dance to".
well, again my experience should have helped cuz i told them if they wanted the DJ to play what they wanted to hear thye had to request specific songs. his excuse in his head is that what he's playing, he can dance to. the dance they were imitating took place in 92 in white suburbia so they wanted him to play B-52's, DiVinyls and Jane's Addiction. but when i told the ladies who were complaining about the DJ that they just gave me that deer in the headlights look. and just kept on complaining. sigh. i can't win in my dreams either.

john really hates the B-52's by the way.

here's something funny. in my dream at this dance, there were alot of black people. how is that funny? i went to skool in northwestern indiana and there was only one black kid in my class! his nickname was pokey.
but in my subconscious, african americans were well represented.
i guess my mind compensated for the times.
it's a strange place to live inside my head...

anyway, then the dream started taking twists and turns as they usually do. i know i even woke up and went back to it at least once.
somehow i ended up with a back pack full of He-Man toys. and yeah, i got weird looks for that, but it was probably my mind making up for me being out of my element.
and then it gets hazy from there.

now here's what i think the dream represents:
i was planning on taking some time off from being a high skool sponsor this year aaaaand also no longer DJing for weddings, parties and skool dances.
so this is my minds way of dealing with it, i think.
or it could be because i ate ice cream before bed.

i don't feel like getting into why i'm taking a break from both. now i just need to find a new hobby.
i was thinking about becoming a professional dancer or comedian.
or both!
but i'll probably just catch up on family guy and simpsons...

tangent story!!!!!

about 7 years ago john, short steve, tom, myself and others had a pretty good chicago night. we went to dave and busters, espn zone, fao schwartz and even virgin records.
great night, lots of pictures taken. fun had by all.
at virgin records, the girl who rang me up was leslie. it was a pleasant surprise. she asked how i was doin. i told her we were out spendin bonus money and showed off the ring on my finger cuz i had recently gotten married.
here's what i regret about the meeting - i didn't ask her a single thing about her. i'm a very selfish conversationalist. that, and i prob just wasn't thinking straight. of course, that also takes out the secret agent factor. (read the archives people)
but i have a tendency to do that. to not ask people about their lives. it's something i'm working on. but i was pretty rude. i didn't look to see if there was a ring on her finger as i showed off my gold band. stuff like that.
i know her best friend in high skool was a lesbian. she wasn't totally blatant about it at the time, but we all knew. so it even made me wonder if she went that direction in life. but that's another tangent altogether.

anyway, say no to drugs kids.