We finally discovered Curb Your Enthusiasm a decade after its inception (hey, better late than never, it's brilliant!).
We're going through the seasons in sequence and can't get enough - anyways, the episodes we've been watching lately have to do with the wife granting the husband a "10th year wedding anniversary present as promised 10 years earlier", which is one night of sex with any woman he chooses - a freebie of sorts, which expires at midnight the day before they renew their vows.
Hope I'm explaining this right!
Anyways, it's a hilarious clusterf8ck of events - if you've ever watched Seinfeld then you get the kind of show CYE is - somehow it's left its mark on my tender brain.
Last night I dreamt that Vegas was doing the same thing, only without my blessing!
I tried to stop him, he was all dressed up to the nines, sweet-smelling and shaved, hotel and spanish ho all picked out, bouquet of flowers in hand. And there I was, begging him not to go, that I couldn't go through with it, if he went it would destroy me and that I'd be gone when he came back - and he just laughed! Said no, I wouldn't be gone because I had nowhere else to go and to just chill out.
Then I followed him into the cobble stoned village, where he had to climb a sort of ladder to help a kitten in distress or something from a store's 2nd story window - and he fell, hit the street head-first and broke a wrist.
He looked at me and I just gave him the finger and left!
! what the eff !
Woke up feeling shaken and nasty, yuck - what a nightmare!
I'd rather dream about this than go through that again:
Why would I dream such a horrible thing? Am I that insecure? Is my brain that influenceable? Do I mistrust the human race? Eeeek!
Time to exorcise the devils through sweat and hope I don't pass out from heat exhaustion. This summer has been less than fair weather-wise, quite unpleasant actually: either too hot and muggy or too thick with thunderstorms to enjoy outside activities.
/end of Feeling Groggy, Feeling Stupid post/