My friend Suzanne emailed me about a dream she had:
Last night I had a dream that I was supposed to give a toast at your wedding and that I forgot until five minutes before I was supposed to go up, and I was writing it in my head when I realized that Mike was in Tajikistan, and then he burst through double doors with a whole entourage of Tajik dancers and everybody clapped and then you were scrambling to get your hair into a chignon, which you pronounced very Frenchily, because you said that you guys couldn't do the Big Dance if you didn't have a chignon. And then I said, "I know exactly what to say for my toast!" and then I woke up.
Suzanne's going to be re-mounting her fantastic show Yoga Bitch at Seattle's Re-Bar on Fridays and Saturdays from September 19 through October 11. Did I mention that it's directed by moi (she said, very Frenchily).
And now, I'm off to the airport to meet my honey in Istanbul! More posts from the road!
1 comment:
"I'm off to meet my honey in Istanbul!"
Sounds like a great line for a song lyric. Reminds me of Walt Kelly's:
"Oh Mamie minded Mama till one day in Singapore
A sailor man from Turkestan came knocking at the door."
Allan
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