No Gravy Fries Before Bed
I had this dream last night where I’d decided to randomly fly to LA. For a week. I saw Brad and Angelina in the airport. There are so many celebrities in LA.
As luck would have it, Chris Kelly had decided to move to LA. He’d had gotten a job in “the music department,” as he explained to me impatiently, though he apparently forgot to mention it in our daily email correspondence. With him, I experienced the joy of trying to find something to do from a group of drag queen cirque de soilei-esque street performers. They were seriously doing crazy shit off buildings, and we were vaguely afraid of them, but definitely needed their input. I’m pretty sure that the reason we were afraid of them was due to the presence of Buster from Arrested Development - not the actor, but the character. He told us that we’d probably be attacked; they were sort of a street gang as well.
I also hung out with Lily, who really lives in LA, but she made us and a huge group of girls whose names I didn’t know climb through various houses to get where we were going. I got caught by one of the inhabitants, but she seemed pretty old hat about it; she just followed me to the door.
“And I guess the moral of the story is no gravy fries before bed, but I think it’s more than that.” In this case, it’s not rewatching AD before bed (”Why am I not going underwater!!!”).
Personally, I think a show about the adventures of a gang of drag queen street circus performers is wonderful. It’s no Big Bison on Campus, but I’m going to claim the intellectual property on this one anyway.
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