Vivid dreams
Jan. 29th, 2012 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melaniesuzanneI was back in Hughes, AR, for a high school reunion/middle-aged prom which was held in the Fellowship Hall of the United Methodist Church. Except, I didn't graduate from Hughes High; we moved to Germantown before my sophomore year. Not to mention that the Fellowship Hall wouldn't hold that many people nor does it look like the lobby or a ballroom at the Memphis Peabody Hotel.
Nevertheless, I spent time with many friends -- who are, conveniently, contacts on Facebook -- as well as John, one of my best friends from pre-school to ninth grade, who isn't on FB. It was SO GOOD catching up with him. We danced and chatted and reminisced. I don't know where our respective spouses where. Our other best, Joel, was not in attendance sadly. The stressful part is that at some point in the evening, I lost my handbag which contained my school ID, work ID, cell phone, car keys, and wallet. I searched and searched as people filtered out at the end of the night. I also searched for the pastor to ask him if he would keep a lookout for my bag. I couldn't find him either. I wound up crying in the grass at the base of the sanctuary's entrance stairs.
Scott, his father, and I attended a professional football game at, I guess, RFK stadium. We wound up in a center section, just to the left and above an open air box for Queen Elizabeth, Prince Philip, William, Kate, Harry, and various attendants. During the half time show, performed by a spry Stevie Wonder, the Royals and staff left their seats and the chuckleheads behind us decided to move up a couple of rows, kind of like jerks at concerts. Some woman even had the audacity to sit in Elizabeth's red velvet throne. Her Majesty returned and had cross words for that woman. Her Man-at-Arms seized the woman and she was taken away by security. The other row-hoppers were allowed to stay and Elizabeth settled in to watch the last of the game. We were MORTIFIED and spent the rest of the game trying to figure out an appropriate way to apologize to Her Majesty.
And then Margie hopped on my arm and I woke up.
Nevertheless, I spent time with many friends -- who are, conveniently, contacts on Facebook -- as well as John, one of my best friends from pre-school to ninth grade, who isn't on FB. It was SO GOOD catching up with him. We danced and chatted and reminisced. I don't know where our respective spouses where. Our other best, Joel, was not in attendance sadly. The stressful part is that at some point in the evening, I lost my handbag which contained my school ID, work ID, cell phone, car keys, and wallet. I searched and searched as people filtered out at the end of the night. I also searched for the pastor to ask him if he would keep a lookout for my bag. I couldn't find him either. I wound up crying in the grass at the base of the sanctuary's entrance stairs.
Scott, his father, and I attended a professional football game at, I guess, RFK stadium. We wound up in a center section, just to the left and above an open air box for Queen Elizabeth, Prince Philip, William, Kate, Harry, and various attendants. During the half time show, performed by a spry Stevie Wonder, the Royals and staff left their seats and the chuckleheads behind us decided to move up a couple of rows, kind of like jerks at concerts. Some woman even had the audacity to sit in Elizabeth's red velvet throne. Her Majesty returned and had cross words for that woman. Her Man-at-Arms seized the woman and she was taken away by security. The other row-hoppers were allowed to stay and Elizabeth settled in to watch the last of the game. We were MORTIFIED and spent the rest of the game trying to figure out an appropriate way to apologize to Her Majesty.
And then Margie hopped on my arm and I woke up.
