I had a boring weekend. Not much to tell.
Went out Friday night, got really really really wet since it rained all damned night. W ent to a luncheon on Saturday. Went to my mom’s and visited with my nephew and had a beer with my sis and her hubby. Went home and haven’t left the house since Sat. evening. Don’t care. Don’t want to do much of anything.
I did have a weird dream, though. Madonna had flown into the states, it was the day before the Oscars. She and I were in my parents’ basement (?) and had sat down to talk while I paged through some glossy magazine. Her husband, Guy, was in the other room with a captive audience. He was dressed all in black spandex and looked oddly like a Sprocket. He was showing off his new ’stick’. It was a long metal pole that had a shorter metal pole strung to the end of it, sort of like how tent poles are made, with elastic rope inside them. The end of the short part had a jump ring on it and Guy would do a little leap and a jig, fling the pole into the air and catch it and then he waved the pole toward his head and stuck his tongue out. He had a pierced tongue and the jump ring would attach to the piercing and then he would pull on the pole until the elastic rope was stretched all the way. Then he would let go of it and the ring would detatch from his tongue and he tossed the pole into the air again and then caught it (I suppose you had to be there, it’s sort of weird to try and explain). Everyone watching him was very amused, applauding and hooting. I didn’t know all these people, nor did I seem to care where they came from. Madonna pretended not to notice and I was still flipping through the magazine. I stopped on a page that had a picture of Jean-Paul Gaultier on it, and I was counting the wrinkles from the top of his head to his brow. Madonna told me she had missed me and then started to pout and her eyes got misty. She then got up and started pacing. She wouldn’t stop. We talked about the weather and then she casually pointed out that her little brother Ryan could kill a person in 25 seconds. I asked her how she knew that (why didn’t I ask her who the hell Ryan was? I didn’t know she had a brother by that name). She flinched and then said “We have to go now, the kids want to see their Grandpa.”
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