Last night, I had a dream that made up for the nighttime terrors and nocturnal emissions that often plague my slumber.
The dream starred John Hammond, who for some reason held the job that Rafi currently holds at ARL. John’s current project was to acquire a grant that consisted of 1000 bottles of Shiner from the Spoetzl Brewery. The work primarily involved many late nights of drinking. Finally, one balmy Texas night, John got completely sauced and passed out in his apartment. In the dream, John was notorious for his tardy and hungover appearances in the workplace. Fittingly, he awoke to a phone call at around noon from my former physics professor, David Knobles (currently a researcher at ARL). The brief conversation went as follows:
Dr. Knobles: John, this is David.
John: David who?
Dr. Knobles: David Knobles, your boss.
John: Oh yeah, what’s up?
Dr. Knobles: We did it.
At this point, John jumped out of bed, threw his hands in the air and rejoiced: “We did it!! 1000 bottles of Shiner!”
And then I woke up because Ivy knocked a glass of water over on the coffee table. Who knows what could have happened next.
Now I embark on a crash course in Sobolev spaces. Here at JP’s, the sun is strong, and the woman in the corner making out with her lover hasn’t yet noticed that his fingers are still on the keyboard of his laptop. It’s a beautiful day. To top it off, the cool bartender chick from Ginnie’s Little Longhorn is in my darkroom class (I am purposely omitting any obvious jokes about dark rooms and soft women, the kind of jokes that my gentle readers were probably looking forward to…but I make no apologies). Alas, it seems that some of my photos didn’t come out so well. But all I can say to myself is what I say to my streetlight people:
“don’t stop believin’.”
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