Weird dream caused by other blogger's post about naked Parisian models

I had a very weird dream that was caused by Earl's post on naked women from Paris. Naked Parisian models who walk down the street no less! On video no less!

Go on, go see for yourself :) (click here for nekkid Parisian models walking)

This is the second dream that has been caused by an Earl post.

Here's the dream:

I was traveling with the show "America's next top model". I was one of the crew members versus a contestant.

Jerry Hall was there, sitting in a hotel meeting room. She was eating pancakes at a long banquet table. There was a white polyester table cloth that draped to the floor. It had pleats.

This is Jerry Hall and her long blond hair. She appears to be enjoying the blue couch, no?

She had taken off her hat and placed it to the side of her plate. This revealed something very interesting about Ms. Hall. See all that long blond hair up there, the hair she is famous for? Turns out, it's just a wig attached to the inside of her hat. She was bald, with small baby fine whispers of hair. Her hat? I believe the hat was a pill box hat. Hmm . . yes, most definitely, a dark pill box hat.

That hat above is a variation of a the 'pill box' hat. A traditional pill box hat is a style that was made famous by Jackie Kennedy.

But, this photo, much more fun than a Jackie Kennedy photo, yes? tee hee :)

There was an irritating director or producer in the room. I couldn't see him but he was making fun of Jerry Hall, calling her out for being neglectful Mom. He did this in a sing song type way. Again, irritating. Jerry Hall looked up, but not at the man or me, just straight ahead, with a blank expression. And with no emotion, she got up, flipped her plate, (pancakes and all), onto the table. Then, she poured all the syrup over the mess. The syrup was honey colored. It was a sugar free or lite syrup. She was throwing a snit fit, but in very slow and surgical manner.

I went over and helped her dump out the last of the syrup. We went upstairs. On the way up, I told a person at the front desk that we (the show) would help cover any cost her snit fit caused.

THEN

Much later in the dream I was seated on a carpeted floor in another meeting room. We all sat 'Indian style' or what it is called nowadays at my daughter's school- 'criss cross applesauce'. There were about 30-40 of us (some girls from the show, some crew) all sitting in bunch. We were watching the models on a slightly raised platform, doing some sort of competition. Unsure if they were nekkid. Or from Paris.

THEN IT GETS WEIRD.

I was sitting next to Brian Williams. YES- Brian Williams of some nightly television news show. I was talking to him very quietly (so I wouldn't interrupt the competition.) And then

then

well, I was very um, well, and then

I hauled off and kissed him. It was a very passionate kiss.

This man in no way, shape or form, gets my motor running. At least my conscious motor. Apparently, my subconscious motor is all over that sweet hunk o man!

and then well, more kissing but not much besides kissing. I really did enjoy the kissing btw and then I woke up.

SO WTF?

Jerry Hall and Brian Williams? Who? What? I don't watch the evening news and have no interest in Jerry Hall, who is an older model, not of my generation. No idea who these people are or what they even might represent.

So, what do you think? Give it some time if you want. Meanwhile, enjoy this photo.

Because hells yeah, this photo is effing awesome.

And guess who the man sitting next to the hot babe on the right is. (no, it's not Mr. Hall)

No cheating YE FRIENDS OF THE FACEBOOK!

Have a good weekend :)

The lighting in front of the fireplace absolutely blew monkey butt, but I did the best I could to lighten it up for all to enjoy. :)

On blogs and booze

First the blogs.

I am very new to the bloggerhood. It is very surreal meeting the nieghbors. I am finding there is are many like me. Seemingly normal people who feel the need to write about things, here on the interweb. Some of them are excellent writers. Some are not. I like them best when they are from the heart. It is like a bizzare family reunion, like hunting down people you find at geneology.com. Long lost relatives and odd uncles from Florida. Third cousins in North Dakota. Unknown twins from Switzerland. It is very powerful writing again. More powerful to actually get a response. Even it is from myself.

Now the booze to celebrate.



I am late to this whole "drinking" thing. My first adult beverage was at age twenty five. Having no real idea what the hell I was doing, I got very drunk and very sick. Didn't go near the stuff for a while. It is a skill, adding the occasional cocktail to one's life.

I had wanted to discuss the cosmopolitan first. But I am tired of discussing Sex and the City. I will simply say that the cosmopolitan does a nice job of being tasty and pretty. It is only four weight watchers point. It comes with a orange twist and a martini glass. I can't help but feel all cute and girly as I sip away. It does a nice job of altering too.

But when I am serious in my booze exploration, I steer clear of the girly drinks. I have discovered Hennessy. It is a bit rough at first. But if you power through the first few sips, it becomes very good. I enjoy the pervasive warmth it provides. It is a grown up drink.

I stop at one though. If I have more than that I get all giggly and wobbly. It is unbecoming of me. I am naturally a very energetic and chipper monkey. Best to keep that at a loveable minimum.

Here's to us bloggers-

Cheers!