Christmas dribbles away . . . .

Gary: Maybe it was a dream, you know, a very weird, bizarre, vivid, erotic, wet, detailed dream. Maybe we have malaria.
--"Weird Science"

Ach! I have so many things to type here. It's inevitable, after leaving home for 2 days and then barely being there when you get back!

Well, let's move in a logical order, from past to present. Thursday morning we were off to Clarksburgh, WV; it was time to stay with Uncle Dan and Aunt Ellen (on the Pollack side) in their gigantic house with no children of their own. All in all, a very nice time. I got to see some of my favorite relatives, and the typically outspoken but joking Aunt Ellen kept mostly in line. When I told her that Dave and I would be living together, she dramatically gasped "Oh you little slut!" in the way only Aunt Ellen can. I always admire her ability to be rude, loud, and honest without being offensive. She threatened to tell my grand-aunt Mary. Aunt Mary is my Grandpa Pollack's sharp & shrewd sister, who once told a boyfriend of mine "Hello, I'm Aunt Mary. I'm the boss."

As always. . .we'lll see.

Back at home on friday, we pulled into our driveway only to be followed by a car. Now, we have a long driveway, which goes up a hill and then breaks down into gravel and leads to a dead end: most folks don't go there unless they are lost. As we parked our cars at the house, out stepped Dave K. and Jonah, with Heather in the car. My highschool compatriot Erika was having a little shindig at her house, so I was already invited complete with ride to go. At Erika's place the drinks and snacks were in great multitudes--she was a grand hostess. Packing the kitchen were lots of friends from the old highschool days, even some fellow castmembers from Pippin. I got to see its star, Mr. Jesse Littman, who's solos had made me swoon many a time, but alas he left early so I didn't get to check up on his life. That's what we do these days, at these gatherings: check in on people. ..
1)How are you doing?
2)Where are you now?
3)What are you studying? / What are you looking to do?

It's always the same. But for some reason I like to know--there was a time I wouldn't have cared at all. Growing older? Eh, who knows.

I had two Coronas with lime, and I think that I'll stick to beer at these gatherings from now on. I spent the entire time slightly buzzy and warm, but not dizzy or ill. We played Taboo while Justin, Dave K., and Heather sat in one corner playing "The Awesome High-Five Game" which involved giving everyone in their group a high five when something "awesome" happened. Looked like fun :) We have agreed that anyone possesing pleather pants should wear them to the upcoming New Year's Eve party at Jonah's House, and since I do not have pleather pants, I'll wear my stripey pants, dubbed "Pirate Pants" by my brother. So Now I don't have to worry about what I'm going to wear.

Finally, I made it home about 3:30AM, played Dungeon Keeper 2 till 4:30AM, and then went to sleep. I think that sometimes, when you get a little drunk, you stay slightly drunk for a long time. At least I do. I had dark and steamy dreams. I spent most of my dream as part of a college class doing a field trip to a nuclear reactor that we had to turn on. It was full of those tall ceilings again, very industrial, and we had to ride in an APV (all-purpose-vehicle) like in ALIENS into the core of the complex; the vehicle rode on rails and I had to drive it down many musty cement corridors. Of course, there was an alien hive at the center, so we had to blast our way in-->I'm always so happy to have a shoot-up aliens dream. We made it in, turned on the reactor, apparently to have it self-destruct, and then I had to pilot us back out, where we hopped in a rental van to make it to a minimum safe distance. I sat around marvelling at my adventure, thinking that it was amazing that we made it out alive, that I had seen aliens at all, and that the government had engineered them. Then I worried they'd escape before the reactor blew up. But who knows.

Then I began to dream--like a dream within a dream--that I was roommates with that blonde girl down the hall from me in Henry (the one who was making eyes at Andy during Rocky Horror Picture Show). She wore some sort of sleevless top and her hair was up off her neck, and in the dream I kept thinking about how beautiful she was. She had one of those mouths that, when relaxed, is always slightly frowning. She was sitting at a desk, and I was sitting high above her--almost a full story up--in a loft bed. I didn't want to disturb or offend her.

Then I dreamt I was some egyptian making love to a Pharoah--complete with headress. And then I woke up. Mom said I had a phone call.

It was 3:00PM and my friend Chris was heading into Wheeling and wanted to know if I'd come along. So 20 minutes later I was off to the Fish Market. Usually I get the local favorite fish sandwhich, but I had already had a pepperoni roll. So I just ordered clam chowder. I had to repeat my order three times to the cashier. she could hardly believe that I didn't want a sandwhich too. Nope, just clam chowder thankyouverymuch. After that, we were off to the mall, back home to watch Buffy episodes, and then we played Monkey Ball 2--which was Waaaaay more fun then I thought it would be. And now here I am. Still thinking about how weird my dream was--the almost girl-on-girl dreams are a rare occasion indeed. Did you eve have a dream that stays with you, and yet there wasn't much to it? Like there was something important that you can't quite remember?

Yeah, maybe.

Almost time to get back to business. Lots of work to be done. And oh, how I wish it was summer already.