last night i had the second in what i hope will be a series of reocurring dreams involving michael douglas. the first dream i had was some months ago. i remember being at a get together at my parents’ house, and michael was there looking sexy as ever. i worked my charm and he worked his way back to my place. sadly, this wasn’t to be a sex dream. last night in rem i arrived here at my not-so-new abode with maureen. i checked my voice mail and found a message from michael douglas - he wanted to see me! i spent the rest of the dream debating with maureen whether or not it was a good idea. what an IDIOT i was. i wasted so much time in debate that my cat, ivy, woke me up before michael could even enter the picture.
i might watch “wonder boys” tonight in hopes that it will spur another dream. i hope so, because i could never go through with it in real life. catherine zeta-jones is one of the most beautiful women i’ve ever seen (those hips!) and i couldn’t wrong her like that.
what does the dream mean? it’s clearly a reflection on hesitations i had in chicago about getting together with old friends and flames. some phone calls i’d rather not get.
but other phone calls are most welcome. the other night i talked to james for about 2 hours while i drank beers and fantasized about smoking at McAllister (sp?). there isn’t much to say about it, really, but it was a really good chat and i hope james makes it down to austin this summer as planned. i need to have some adventures. however, this time i will think twice about pretending that i’m a swinger. which reminds me, deanne, the Malcom stories are painful, but should you ever encounter this dredded, trenchcoat-clad bicurious beast, those stories may also protect you. be on special look-out at Town Hall. in fact, best to avoid that place all together. and don’t accept any rides from the beast.
yesterday was quite a good day indeed. i fasted all morning for indian buffet in the afternoon with sheri at the Madras Pavilion. the food wasn’t bad cuz it’s all about the dosai. but i really wanna go back in the evening when i can order some veggie moglai off the menu (not to be confused with the veggie mogwai you may have seen in the popular Gremlin movies).
after food we were totally MPed (a term Dave Diode and I use to refer to the need for a nap that an MP meal seems to instigate). so we went to JP’s Java for coffee. i like JP’s - it’s comfortable and they have free wireless. i like it even more now that i know they’ll dilute their grossly strong house blend coffee. but why is this place a mecca for math graduate students? sometimes i want to go where people DON’T know my name, and that never happens at JP’s. but yesterday afternoon surprisingly did not test the limits of my social patience. we ended up hanging out with jay and later, shel, both of whom are good people. of the 4 of us, 3 of our winter breaks “blew”, which i would imagine is an accurate statistic for the rest of the american population. no satisfaction, even for us lucky bitches who actually have a winter break and get to spend it sipping coffee in the sun and stuffing our faces with curry.
after all of this i went home and decided to try out pizza dough in my bread maker. i think this bread maker may have beent he missing link between me and perfect pizza crust. either that or whole wheat flour. right, so i made some whole wheat pizza dough in the breadmaker. i was worried because it came out really sticky. but in the end it was really good — and thin! i’ve been having trouble with thin crust; it always doubles in size in the oven. but last night it was close to perfect. it even had some crust bubbles in the middle.
one of my favorite pasttimes is eating WHILE watching a movie. last night i finished “Gangs of New York” with Leonardo Dicaprio and Daniel Day Lewis. the movie was almost 3 hours long but it held my attention. the first fight scene was pretty amazing, with the bloody snow and all. and Daniel Day Lewis has come so far since Last of the Fucking Mohecans — he was awesome as Bill the “Butcher”, the leader of the gang of natives. you know how you go to some movies, and the movie is ok, and the ending is on the same impact level as the rest of the movie so you end up leaving on a neutral keal? “Gangs of New York” was not like this at all — it had one of the best endings i’ve seen in a movie. i don’t want to give it away, but as you can imagine, it had a ton of action. but more enjoyable for me was the graphic telling of the civil war’s influence on the gang wars. it was interesting how the gangs were so caught up in protecting their miniscule “Five Points” that they didn’t see that the rest of the country was falling apart around them.
it’s friday.. what i really feel like doing is spending the day cleaning up my place, and spending the night out drinking. but i don’t think the latter half of that wonderful dream is going to happen. unless i spend the night in. drinking. with michael douglas.
peace out.
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