I woke up this morning to a dream where Heidi was planning a vacation for me - laying out art and food and snacks and cocktails.
She said "You're so stressed, and so tired, and so sad - you just need to escape for a few days."
And I said "I wish I had the energy to plan a weekend getaway."
And she said "I already am, silly girl!" and handed me a piece of paper full of itinerary.
(She also pulled out a cookbook, that was and wasn't allatonce the Boulevard cookbook, and showed me some delicious concoction that was a savory long-stewed red wine meaty something over some kind of savory waffles that she was going to cook for me. I looked at the recipe in the dream, but didn't think to write it down when I woke up, and now it's gone. Heidi, I wish I had written it down so I could make it for you.)
And then the perspective shifted and we were both on the phone and in person and I was to meet her in a half an hour for some live music (I didn't even ask what - Heidi's taste in music is trusted by my conscious and subconscious), and I realized I was wearing seriously mismatching stripes. And not even in the 1987 Esprit sort of way - just bad. And I was looking for a notebook and another shirt, and the dream faded as Goblin jumped on my bladder.
Also: I dream of you, and a better time, and a better place, and a better opportunity. I miss you already.
Adjunct: I hope you're all poking around my flickr feed and flickr contacts this week. I was lucky enough to attend the most fabulous wedding this weekend, and I'm slowly popping photos up. My friends are popping up the most ridiculous pictures of me along with gorgeous pictures of the bride and groom around NYC. Jen & Dietsch, congratulations again and again. It's amazing and magic to get to bask in your mutual glow. You're dreamy.Posted by shock at January 26, 2006 08:00 AM