THE PART THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED: The Good Lady Wife and I watched the episode of "Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee" which featured Margaret Cho.
THE SUBSEQUENT DREAM: I'm late for class. I was supposed to leave at 6:50, but it is now 7:16, so I'll have to drive in. Since I am in college [this IS a dream-Ed.], if I miss my first class, no big deal. I am making the best time I can in traffic, but my head gets turned by a show. On a Tuesday morning, a club is featuring a show. Paul Reiser, rather rudely walks past me and I turn to him and say, "Moth******r, do you not see me?"["this had better be a dream!"-God], which he doesn't hear.
|Talk into the coffee cup, ma'am...|
As I am walking out of the club, one of the female performers is stopped by another performer. "Roof tape!", someone says, because this woman is walking out with something that the crew needs. "Don't forget your porn!", someone else shouts. They all laugh and someone makes a comment about cats and glycogen in some indistinct Asian accent and that's all I recall.