1- "How are you?"
2- "I'm fine."
1- "Where have you been?"
2- "Went for a walk."
1- "Where to?"
2- "The woods."
1- "I think that girl should leave soon."
2- "She's not ready yet."
1- "..."
2- "..."
OVER AND OVER AGAIN FOR A FUCKING HOUR. In the last twenty minutes there was some illicit sex and a pointless murder, but by then it was too g.d. late. Will Arnett didn't move his face the entire time.
Stop making that face at me!!
The most exciting part was when I realized that the lead-ish actress was the victim in Silence of The Lambs. I pointed at the screen and yelled, "It puts the lotion in the basket! It puts the lotion in the basket!" Ugh. I just read Will Arnett's Wikipedia article and apparently, he "never considered himself a comic" and considers himself an "actor first." Really, Will Arnett? Really? I am just so upset with him right now.
Anyway, this led to me dreaming that I was stuck at a bar (I think it was Chapel) talking to an incredibly boring girl who only answered my questions in monosyllables. But then, just as I thought I was so bored that I would never be happy again and I might as well just die (Dream Chelsea is even more melodramatic than Real Chelsea) Prince materialized through a set of gauzy white drapes and launched into Purple Rain! Then he winked at me, and I looked down to see that he had tattooed me with his eyes, leaving a purple raindrop on my wrist about the size of a grain of rice.
I think I might actually get the tattoo. Why not, right? It's super-tiny and would serve as a constant reminder that no matter how bored I am, at least I'm not watching The Broken Giant anymore. And in the unlikely event that someone notices it and asks me about it, I can say, "Prince gave it to me in a dream," and smile cryptically. Similarly to this, but without the goofy hat:
Man, I gotta start wearing more eyeliner.
4 comments:
PLEASE get that tattoo!!! Can I get it too? We can be like the Dixie Chicks except without...well...a lot of what makes the Dixie Chicks the Dixie Chicks. (That would be entirely to our credit, I think.)
El Toro and I spent two long nights at Chapel, which was closed to the public for Prince afterparties.
They brought in a pool table for the party. We played records for hair & make-up, miscellaneous Prince people, and a couple of rock stars.
Prince never showed. The closest he got was when his limo pulled up alongside the club and he freaked out because word had gotten out and there were all sorts of folks out front. He sat in his big car, ate some food prepared by Chapel, but never came inside.
Until your dream. Nice work.
you know who else gets dream tattoos?
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