I had the CRAZIEST Dream last night. It took place a Three Story Punk-rock/Tiki-esque Dennys in Hollywood with a bi-level bar with crazy tatted bartenders that were dressed like super awesome characters out of Cirque du Soleil or some crazy wacky technicolor Tim Burton movie. AND They were serving up these giant flaming UBER colorful drinks with all sorts of crazy shit in/on them. And so many people I knew were there, Angus Q. Nebula Sally Fothergill Killy Killkilly Erin Fritsch Susan Karow April Dawn Seth Sparklebunny Hill... and a bunch of others that I am struggling to remember right now. It was SO intense and real and I wanted to be there and make it happen. I only mention it because I very rarely remember ANY of my dreams and I remember not wanting to leave/wake-up. I miss all of my people, ALL OVER THE WORLD. I think that Detlef Aston made a guest appearance because of how I watched Mine Vaganti (Loose Cannons) last night and questioned whether or not gay Italians were either that fabulous or that flamboyant. And if there was some inside scoop on the actors. After this incident, read giant party, at the Dennys I had to go to Hawaii with Richard Olinger and Brock Goldstein to do research on native peoples. It was SO weird. It was just chock-full of people, what seemed like my entire Close-friends FB list. Im a wack-a-doodle, I know. :/
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 00:59:32 +0000
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