The Morning After (It Put A Smile On My Face)

Last night I dreamt that I ate myself into a stupor. I was on Accra beach in Barbados - except it wasn't Accra like I remember it; the "ocean" was gravy, the "sand" was mashed potatoes, the "sea shells" were shrimp and the "lounge chairs" were made of lobster.

While I lay on the chair soaking up the sun (that was actually real), I was eating bits of it and scoops of "sand-n-seashells". I kept eating, and eating, and eating...but I didn't get the full, uncomfortable feeling one usually gets at Christmas or Thanksgiving. No matter how much I ate, there was always room for more.

I ran out into the "water" with two fistfuls of "sand" and lay floating on my back, looking up at the sun (something I'd NEVER do in the real ocean, I might add). After finishing the "sand-n-seashells" I'd brought into the water with me, I thought it would be nice to have some cherry iced tea...and there it was.

Last thing I remember was chewing on a mouthful of lobster before my alarm clock woke me up. It was the first time in a long time that I can remember waking up with a smile on my face.

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If I invite you over to watch TV followed by some hot, steamy sex is that considered a date? If so, I'd like to ask you out on a date this Friday.
- Email received from an incorrigible male friend Monday morning, in response to Sunday's blog entry.

That put a smile on my face too...actually it was more of a drop-to-the-ground, beat-the-floor belly laugh, but who's splitting hairs?

What's making you smile?