Mattlog

So I had a dream last night and it can't possibly mean anything cause it's just so whacky. Other than perhaps I'm whacky.

I was i n Vegas, with Aj and my sister. First thing we do is sleep. Which hsould be the first thing you do when you arrive in Vegas. I awake and agree to my sis at the casino across the street which in my head is like the K-Mart Casino.

So I get there and we start drinking. I then spend 20 minutes in a car trying to call AJ not getting the numbers right.

Flash ahead I'm onstage with Madonna and, I think, the Spice Girls, and I'm the sexy male guy they're all dancing with. (Must have been a song about the Average guy.) Anyway, so the show goes great and after words the Spice GIrls ignore me and they're being all haughty about it. So Madonna pretends that we've known each other for years and I make a joke saying that I was the hot blonde guy in Madonna's "Express Yourself" video. She enjoys that.

So now I'm hanging with Madonna in the casino and we're enjoying a few drinks and some of Springfield buddies show up so Madonna really starts playing it up. The guys are impressed even if they don't believe it.

Frank Sinatra shows up to show us some of "his" Vegas. And calls Madonna, Maddy. Like anyone else in the world would be able to get away with that.And he says things like "Maddy, you're gonna kill that kid later."

So Frank hands out a couple of bills to everyone and Frank and I play some craps and I win the first two rolls. Frank's happy. "I like this kid he's lucky." So Frank gets each a bottle of some good scotch. "Whatever you don't finsh I will for you."

SO I see Madonna getting ready to go. "Ahh, don't go." I say. "Darling, I'm a mother I gotta go." SO I walk her out. "Do I get to see you again.?" I ask. She winks. And her limo drives off.

The I woke up.

Wierd eh?

And now your moment of Zen.

Hurrican Isabel. I'm sure there's a copywright on this. So don't think it's mine.

Posted by matty at September 19, 2003 12:55 PM