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What the hell was IN that Kool-Aid?
Jun. 21st, 2006 09:40 amOkay, I don't normally post about dreams because I think they're generally uninteresting to other people. But I think you'll see why I couldn't resist this one.
First we were at Tery's birthday party (we're planning it at Mataam Fez, an awesome Moroccan restaurant in town). I was there with three or four very possessive, very jealous boyfriends who I had to give equal attention to avoid a scene....plus Tery of course. But that wasn't the weird part.
From there we went shopping at Hot Topic, except it was this monstrous store, like the Newbury Comics of Hot Topics. I had ditched the other boys and chosen Michael Palin (well, yeah!) who was still dressed in his Spanish Inquisition costume because I had asked him to quote it for me at dinner. Tery was there, my sisters and THE POPE. We all spread out around the store and I was drawn to a corner of Cure stuff. I had died and gone to heaven (or hell, since I'm not rich). They had all these things, CDs, DVDs, books, T-shirts that I had never seen before. Boxed sets, all this rare never-before-seen stuff everywhere (I also thought "![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vagynafondue HAS to see this!") After making the most agonizing decision of my life and picking out only 3 or 4 things (as soon as I would settle on something, my subconscious would invent an even cooler item that should exist but doesn't), I went to the counter. I asked the clerk (who looked a lot like Salem) if he ever thought he'd see the Pope shopping at Hot Topic. "Who, that guy? He's just a nutjob" he said as we watched Ratzi, now wearing an AC/DC shirt and old man Wrangler jeans (but still with the Pope hat on) walking around, bopping to the dark wave music (something that sounded suspiciously like "Bela Lugosi's Dead" which is sooooooo 20 years ago and no self-respecting Hot Topic would still be playing it) and acting like HE'D died and gone to heaven. "No, he's for real" I assured Salem. His eyes bugged out and of course he wanted a photo to put behind the register.
I paid for my stuff (not without noticing MORE Cure stuff behind the register that hadn't even made it to the salesfloor yet...KNOCK IT OFF, stupid subconscious!) and went to put on the T-shirt I had picked out (which was actually kind of ugly but what could I do?). For some reason I had gotten size 10x which fit me like a circus tent. "No, wait, I want to exchange this!" I yelled. But by this time there were 4 people in line ahead of me and Ratzi wanted to GO (I think he wanted to check out Urban Outfitters next door).
No more Kool-Aid for me at 1:30 a.m. before going to bed. I also blame the latest issue of The Onion for their headline story of the Pope at an amusement park.
First we were at Tery's birthday party (we're planning it at Mataam Fez, an awesome Moroccan restaurant in town). I was there with three or four very possessive, very jealous boyfriends who I had to give equal attention to avoid a scene....plus Tery of course. But that wasn't the weird part.
From there we went shopping at Hot Topic, except it was this monstrous store, like the Newbury Comics of Hot Topics. I had ditched the other boys and chosen Michael Palin (well, yeah!) who was still dressed in his Spanish Inquisition costume because I had asked him to quote it for me at dinner. Tery was there, my sisters and THE POPE. We all spread out around the store and I was drawn to a corner of Cure stuff. I had died and gone to heaven (or hell, since I'm not rich). They had all these things, CDs, DVDs, books, T-shirts that I had never seen before. Boxed sets, all this rare never-before-seen stuff everywhere (I also thought "
vagynafondue HAS to see this!") After making the most agonizing decision of my life and picking out only 3 or 4 things (as soon as I would settle on something, my subconscious would invent an even cooler item that should exist but doesn't), I went to the counter. I asked the clerk (who looked a lot like Salem) if he ever thought he'd see the Pope shopping at Hot Topic. "Who, that guy? He's just a nutjob" he said as we watched Ratzi, now wearing an AC/DC shirt and old man Wrangler jeans (but still with the Pope hat on) walking around, bopping to the dark wave music (something that sounded suspiciously like "Bela Lugosi's Dead" which is sooooooo 20 years ago and no self-respecting Hot Topic would still be playing it) and acting like HE'D died and gone to heaven. "No, he's for real" I assured Salem. His eyes bugged out and of course he wanted a photo to put behind the register.I paid for my stuff (not without noticing MORE Cure stuff behind the register that hadn't even made it to the salesfloor yet...KNOCK IT OFF, stupid subconscious!) and went to put on the T-shirt I had picked out (which was actually kind of ugly but what could I do?). For some reason I had gotten size 10x which fit me like a circus tent. "No, wait, I want to exchange this!" I yelled. But by this time there were 4 people in line ahead of me and Ratzi wanted to GO (I think he wanted to check out Urban Outfitters next door).
No more Kool-Aid for me at 1:30 a.m. before going to bed. I also blame the latest issue of The Onion for their headline story of the Pope at an amusement park.
