So, I was walking in this mall, heading up the escalator, when I saw Tim Gunn heading down the escalator.
Cool, I thought. It's Tim Gunn.
I don't get super excited around celebrities, but I like Tim Gunn, so I said, "Hey! Tim Gunn!" And I waved as our escalator paths crossed.
He looked at me and said, "Oh, hey, Kerry, how are you?"
And I went, "OMG Tim Gunn knows my name!" I was super excited considering I don't get that excited around celebrities. I mean, I knew we'd hung out before,* but I didn't think he'd remember me. I then decided that I should get home as soon as possible so I could write about it on my blog.
Just as I sat down to blog, though, filled with the thrill of being known... (By Tim Gunn!)
Steve started shaking me, plucking my night-time ear plug out of my ear. "Wake up," he says. "It's morning."
And I sat up and looked around and went D#*&IT!
It felt so real.
Groggy as I was, I thought... it did feel real. So it was only logical that this must be the dream. Steve wasn't really shaking me, that was just my neurons firing random images around. Which is why I turned over and left the conscious world for the "real" one.
A few minutes later, Michelle Obama was there, telling me how excited Barrack was that I was in the audience for his speech, but why didn't I ask any questions? He could have used a few questions from someone he actually liked.
I shrugged and went to drive home with my parents who were navigating a borrowed house down the road toward Napa. The couch was super comfortable.
Sometimes, the "real" world is pretty nice.
*I have never actually hung out with Tim Gunn. In the not-real "conscious" world at least.
Notes, Vol. 1: Born to Be a Larve by Boulet
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