la mer tyrrhénienne
Odd dreams. My experiences daytripping to New Mexico and back I think influenced one. I don’t remember the context or who was there, but I remember suggesting on a whim to a group of people that we take a day trip to Jersey. No, not New Jersey, but the Isle of Jersey, just off the French coast in the English channel. Somehow, I don’t know how, I found a flight, and we arrived in Paris much sooner than I had expected. I thought we would be in good shape, assuming we could find a train ride to St. Malo (the town on the French coast from which ferries depart). They were all set to leave later in the day, though (mirroring a measure of my real-life experiences with reseaching flights to Albuquerque), a frustrating development that meant that we wouldn’t be able to complete the trip in one day, as I had oh-so-reasonably expected we would have been able to. I suggested that we all take a trip to visit nearby Mont St. Michel instead, and everyone consented.
At this point I woke up at 8:30 in a panic because I realized I was going to be late for work, and confused beyond measure as to how I could have forgotten to set both alarms. I threw some dark jeans on, looked for something simple, simple, simple in my closet, put on deodorant, grabbed my shoes, and–wait a minute. A sneaking suspicion came over me, and I checked the date on the clock, verified my hunch with both calendars, put my shorts back on, and crawled back into bed for another couple of hours.
I had another dream at this point, involving driving an ’80s BMW 3-series to a grassy field where we were all going to climb into the bed of a pickup truck and gambol around the field, chewing up the sod with the tires. For some reason I didn’t get in, and they whipped around the field without me, coming within inches of my parked car. I decided to get in and move it up a bit… Then suddenly I was in a seat behind the pilot and copilot of a Convair B-58 Hustler, flying supersonically at very low level (~50 feet). The pilot was dodging trees left and right with well-nigh feline reflexes, and having a great time of it, too. I remember the ground below rushing by at an immense rate, and also making the offhand comment that the B-58 was one of the sexiest planes I knew of… ‘Twas odd.
also making the offhand comment that the B-58 was one of the sexiest planes I knew of…
Man. Funny stuff.
:o) Yeah, I woke up shortly therafter and immediately thought to myself, “What the hell…?”
Oh! Did you see SNL last night?! It was the best of Christopher Walken and they had the cowbell skit. It was hilarious.
“I’ve got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!”
Random thought as I read your latest entry: you remind me of my ex. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. And don’t take it as a negative comment, either.
I might be driving a 2000-something BMW 3-series . . . if just for a weekend. :)
Anyway, hope everything is well with you.
we don’t have a whole lotta songs that feature the cowbell
:) Definitely one of my most favorite SNL skit of all time. I don’t know how many times I’ve watched it.
http://www.minara.info/misc/cowbell.wmv
Hi.
I think you’re really interesting. In a very good way.
2000-something 3-series’ are fancy automobiles. I’m quite jealous, you know :o)
Everything in my life is in a state of dynamic equilibrium, meaning it’s all up in the air, moving in different directions, but it’ll all work out; I know it :o) Haven’t heard from you in a little while; hope everything is well in your camp too.
Hello; thank you. I appreciate the compliment; I’m not called that often :o)
The skit! Rock on. That’s a keeper for sure. Thank you!
Do you go to school in chapel hill? where are you from?
I graduated from NC State a few years ago, actually, I just work and live in Chapel Hill. I’m from Durham originally, but spent enough of my time growing up overseas that I consider myself a patchwork North Carolinian at best.