Friday, July 25, 2008

HOW much?!

I dreamed this morning that I was at Hooters having dinner with my daughter, E. When the check came, my one entree, a basket of fries for her, and a drink (plus tip) came to . . . ninety dollars?!

The horrible thing is that even in my dreams, I have some mild social anxiety. It can take me a good ten minutes to move from hurt to anger in situations like this, and by then it's usually too late for anything but a wishful thought and a touch of l'esprit de l'escalier. Couple that with the fact that I'm really bad at math sometimes, and the result is my signing the dream receipt and taking it to the bar.

Fortunately, even in my dreams, I have friends that don't let these things just happen to me. I went outside and told my friend, R. (who happened to be there for a party of some sort), and she told me to go back in there and get it fixed. The alarm goes off, I get up and hit the "snooze" button, and lie down again to snuggle with V. Also, to go back inside that Hooters and have them fix my check.

In other, unrelated news, it's a lot harder to play Guitar Hero with long fingernails on my left hand. They slide right off of those smooth, plastic buttons.

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