Wednesday, January 27, 2010


My brain was on fire last night.

Seriously, it felt like it as I ran a fever that made my mind do crazy things. Had some of the strangest dreams too. I call them "defrag dreams"...cause they seem to be a defrag of all the nonsense you've built up in your brain over the days leading up to them.

These dreams were an insane mix of wedding preparations for some girl I didn't know, car bombs and parades, oil pipelines and well drilling, kidnap & ransom heists and best of all, "tremors" worm-like aliens eating villagers at random.

And I was the heroine of the whole story.

It always creeps me out majorly when I wake up from a dream, toss and turn for 20 minutes, fall back asleep...and pick up the dream where it left off. Ever had that happen? Talk about weird.

Last night, the story would begin in a random jungle village, where wormy aliens would come up through the ground to eat people. In my brilliant heroism, I knew that drilling very lucrative oil wells would stop the raids? Hmm. And then of course the bad guys had to stop me, so they would try everything from attempted kidnappings to car bombs to sending in undercover agents disguised as a wedding party.

This dream repeated itself 6 different times.

I can only hope this isn't an indication of my level of sanity. Or that it is a scenario that will repeat itself any time in the future. *gasp*

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

When Formals Ruled the World

I need a circle of friends who like dressing in formals and going to elegant events/parties. When I moved into my apartment this last time, I ransacked my closet and got rid of all the unwanted crap...there was a lot of it.

But in the process, I found this dress. Gorgeous "little black dress."

It had been purchased 4 years ago for a semi-formal Christmas party for the place I worked. Mind you, the place I worked back then was comprised of rough-around-the-edges tech crews and grunt work teams. Guys that got dirty.

And yet, come Christmas time, these guys could clean up with the best of 'em, bringing their spouses to a classy party.

Similarly, I had a group of friends in Tulsa that were all transplants from overseas...the "Hilti crowd"...who all planned and executed formal dinner parties regularly. They were the kind of people who loved to don dress shirts and slacks or flowing, sexy dresses, going to a club and salsa dancing or two-stepping.

That would be so amazing to be part of again!

Maybe that's why I love the idea of a 1940's-style jazz club and have on my list of to-do's for 2010 "plug in to a cultural community!" Nights of sultry jazz, dazzling formals, rich red wine, melodic symphonies, carefree ballet, classy art galleries & moody lighting make my heart dance with happiness.