to my sis & sheri!
have to go to a wedding deep in long island tomorrow. this sucks. yet: free booze, and after seven months of dieting, i can now fit into the hussein chalayan trousers that have forever been too small for me!!!
hoorah!
p.s.: i am giving up poker. i might try some blackjack in amsterdam at xmas, tho...
p.p.s.: cockmadeus
p.p.p.s.: i've not been very good about my dream diary. here's a partial unedited log. (anything recorded on my palm pilot must wait for now. it's mostly all nightmares about my teeth falling out anyway...)
all i can remember is that r2d2 wanted to go out gambling, but we said no, so he started making all this beepy noise. then we put him in the trunk where we couldn't hear him whining about it.
10.03
1. 'plan jack': pretty standard haunted house nightmare. plan jack (i forget the significance of 'plan') was the main spook. he liked to hide in large portraits. i think i had children.
2. plane hijacking: me & some toughs jumped from a tall bridge onto a low flying plane, forced our way in and took over. i wrestled a gun from the copilot, shot him with it, then threw him out. pilot wasn't happy about it, but did as he was told after that.
10.04
1. dune-like dream, only instead of stockpiling spice, we hoarded huge vats of blood.
2. i was at joe designer trying to put together servers to deliver fruit punch over the internet. i chopped up many bananas and configured computers.
10.06: bukowski dream, only with car chases. and some oral sex.
Ah, how lovely, thank you!
We have blackjack here in Las Vegas too, you know.
Come for Christmas! (And if not, at least come for spring!)