Wishing for Plinko, winning a dinette set and a daybed.
It's like that.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Lesson: Don't Eat Spice Before Bed.
My sister sent me one of the best emails I've ever received this morning with the subject line, "The Impossible Dream."
Here it is:
Okay so I had like the MOST INVOLVED wonderful dream last night! It lasted from about midnight (I think) til 6:30 -- and I never sleep that long.
Of course I should have called you as soon as I woke up to remember all the details, but it was something along these lines:
You and a guy friend -- slightly shorter than you, but equally fabulous, had put together this amazing routine -- you are actually wearing a sequined leotard and he's wearing something sequiny too...your legs looked amazing in the leotard. You start out with trench coats on, fling them off revealing the show-stopping costumes, and then proceed to break into a comic dance/singing routine. You performed it at a contest a la Class Acts, and totally won.
So then a while later the whole family (can't remember which side, just a BUNCH of family) is on vacation at this rented house with a great pool and view, etc. I think we're there for a wedding. We're all having a grand time.
We go to the wedding and it's packed, but it's more like in a gymnasium with TONS AND TONS of chairs and we sit in a bunch together in the back rows, quite far from where the main event will take place. After the ceremony there are all these musical tributes to the couple, and apparently you are on the list to perform third. No one in the family knows what you're about to do.
The second act ends (which I remember really liking), and then you jump up out of your folding chair with your friend, your music comes on, the sequined numbers come out and the two of you start performing like your life depends on it. The crowd is screaming and I'm BEAMING that you are my sister and you're SO FUNNY and SO GOOD!
The whole family loves it, and then I woke up. I think it's stemming from all of your awesome blog posts lately and how truly you are the funniest person I know. I guess I'm just really proud of you!
See you tomorrow!
I don't think I'm going to stop smiling for the rest of the day.
Jessica Martin grew up on her family’s farm in Brockport, New York. She spent her formative years talking to herself in the mirror and memorizing lines from Full House episodes. She graduated from Syracuse University with a degree in Television, Radio and Film and that proved to be worthwhile in that she still enjoys all of those things. After living in San Francisco, New York, and Boston, Jessica has learned the importance of light layers, irony, and remembering how people take their coffee.
A fortune cookie once told her that she finds beauty in ordinary things, and she liked this. But then another fortune cookie told her that she liked horse racing and gambling, but not to excess, so she’s not entirely sure what to believe. She sort of thinks fortune cookies should stop pretending they know her so well.
Open-Eyed Sneeze is her first book.