Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Where Mom gives me 18 presents and Dad wants me to be in Bye Bye Birdie
I dreamed I was having my 18th birthday again and Mom was like, "We have to give you 18 presents! No, wait. We'll give you 18 presents, one every hour, for 18 hours. No, wait! Even better! We'll give you 18 presents, one every hour, for 18 hours, and they'll increase in weight! Like the first one will be one pound, the second one will be two pounds, and so on all the way up to eighteen pounds!"
Then this dude from my intro to performance of lit class showed up and wouldn't leave. He just sat in my living room and wouldn't leave. I was getting really ticked off, but Dad was like, "Oh, let him stay! After all, you're both going to try out for Bye Bye Birdie!" Which was the first I'D heard of that. I protested that I WASN'T going to try out for Bye Bye Birdie, but he insisted I had to, because I'd never have the chance again.
Then this dude from my intro to performance of lit class showed up and wouldn't leave. He just sat in my living room and wouldn't leave. I was getting really ticked off, but Dad was like, "Oh, let him stay! After all, you're both going to try out for Bye Bye Birdie!" Which was the first I'D heard of that. I protested that I WASN'T going to try out for Bye Bye Birdie, but he insisted I had to, because I'd never have the chance again.
Labels: bye bye birdie, dad, lee from school, mom
Comments:
That present thing is actually a really cool idea! Maybe a bit obsessive, but cool anyway. :o) I just love presents, so getting one every hour for 18 hours would be awesome.
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