WTF, brain?
Jul. 3rd, 2009 12:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
merrilyLast night I dreamt that I was at a con and for some reason copperbadge and I were performing improvised jazz Sinatra duets on stage as light entertainment. He was playing Spanish guitar; I was playing the upright, downright bass. And we fucking rocked the house.
I was pretty grumpy to wake up, you guys, and realize that a)there was no con in my bed, b)I don't play the upright, downright bass, and c)copperbadge is still someone in Chicago with whom I am only slightly acquainted and d) who probably doesn't look like a long-lost Jonas brother.
(Seriously, wtf at the last part. Sam, my brain decided to make you look Irish and as if you were a rock star, but not a good one. I'm sorry.)
copperbadge and I were performing improvised jazz Sinatra duets on stage as light entertainment. He was playing Spanish guitar; I was playing the upright, downright bass. And we fucking rocked the house.I was pretty grumpy to wake up, you guys, and realize that a)there was no con in my bed, b)I don't play the upright, downright bass, and c)
copperbadge is still someone in Chicago with whom I am only slightly acquainted and d) who probably doesn't look like a long-lost Jonas brother.(Seriously, wtf at the last part. Sam, my brain decided to make you look Irish and as if you were a rock star, but not a good one. I'm sorry.)