But What a View!

 

Last night in Dreamland, Blythe and I headed to a library convention of some kind in New York City. Blythe handled all the arrangements, and she got us a hotel suite with a fantastic view of the skyline! It was truly spectacular. I couldn't wait to get out on the town, but it was so hard to leave...the view! Blythe seemed to be waiting for someone, so I explored the hotel suite, exploring the two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and admiring the view.

Did I say that the view was amazing?!

Anyway, it turns out Blythe was waiting for the third person who would be sharing our room. I completely understood that--how else could we afford such a suite with a breath-taking view?

The third person arrived, and it was none other than Rudy Giuliani!!! Well....okay...I guess we really DID have to pay for the room (and, by the way, I had to share a bathroom with the guy!). Turns out, he wasn't such a bad guy after all. However, his wife (very young wife--22 at most) was a real know-it-all. She told us we couldn't possibly eat breakfast in the hotel--we could all have some kind of protein shake. 

Um..no. 

The waitress assured us all COVID-19 protocols would be followed, so we really enjoyed that breakfast! 

So Rudy?

And, I know this isn't Rudy. I figured you would rather see Kate-as-Rudy anyway.

The view was worth it.

Dreams During Pandemic--of Mansions and Dorms

 During these times, when so much is happening, and so much is required of us as good citizens and caring people, sometimes sleep is a welcome relief and escape. Some days, I would love to just turn around and get right back into bed and escape via a nap.

I don't know about you, but my dreams have been funnier. They also have involved masks--usually I am in a large crowd and forgot mine, or nobody has a mask but me.

Two dreams this week have been memorable.

First, I dreamed our friend Elizabeth asked us to spend a weekend with her. Three days, three of her houses. One home was a cabin in the woods; I don't think there was running water, and I KNOW I was miserable without a functioning toilet. But the view of the mountains was breathtaking. The second home was on the beach, and yay! I got to snorkel. But the third of her homes!!! It was in an older residential section of a city in Ohio. A whole bunch of our friends got to come along, and as we sauntered in in our jeans and t-shirts, we saw an entry pretty much like this one! And the house was full of very wealthy folks from nearby--all of whom were not pleased with the sight of us. At least WE were wearing our masks. 

 

The second dream made me laugh when I woke up. I dreamed I was Erika's college roommate. For some reason, we decided, at the ages we are now, to go back to college. We shared a room with about 6 other women, all of whom were "mean girls". Ugh. It was so crowded! And, my bunkmate would NOT let me have the lower bunk. Both Erika and I were miserable.

Worst of all, I forgot all my masks at home.

My New Tattoo

Last night in Dreamland, I got to meet Franklin D. Roosevelt! I was so excited to meet him--he was impressive as you might guess.

I didn't have a piece of paper to get his autograph, so I just handed him a marker and had him sign my lower back.

Then, I went and had the signature converted into a tattoo:

Looks good, huh?!

Congratulations Linda!

Congratulations to Linda (and Jim)! Last night in Dreamland, Linda had a baby boy! And I was caught off guard for sure--I didn't even remember that she was pregnant. Karen called with the news, and I rushed to the hospital in time to see that new baby. And to remark to Linda that she hadn't gained an ounce during pregnancy (yeah, I can be a little bitchy in Dreamland).

So, again--congrats to Linda (and Jim)--and at your age!

Darn You, Karen!

Last night in Dreamland, I was in American Idol Land. This is all Karen's fault. If she had been here, I wouldn't have watched, and would not have spent my entire night dreaming about American Idol.
I will confess...I have never seen American Idol--not once. Last night I watched two full hours of the show (again, Karen's fault).
According to my sources in Dreamland, once a contestant is picked for the show, three things happen:  

1. They are assigned a publicist, and a hair and make-up artist. [Hunger Games]
2. They do a shot of some type of alcohol, unless they are underage, and then they do a shot of milk.
3. They are assigned a Spirit Animal [The Golden Compass].

That's all I know. I was so intrigued by these three things, I spent all night thinking about them

Oh, and P.S. I am rooting for the garbage truck man, and the woman raised by her grandmother. I am not rooting for the guy who "ghosted" them last season--the one with the big ego.