A dream I had last night.
Roughly it divides into 2 parts.
Part I: Darth Vader
I'm supposed to be entertaining some kids in a schoolyard, so naturally I'm dressed up like Darth Vader. Only my costume sucks. It's essentially a black leotard with panels and a belt attached to make me look like a ballet dancer who ripped off Darth Vader, including his gloves and helmet. And a light sabre. Which also sucks. No, that's harsh. If I owned this light sabre I'd play with it constantly--because it's a toy. It even had one of those concentric-cone retractable light beam blade thingers, which I've always thought were a neat way of making the light sabre toys functional as concealable weapons.
I may have been given a beer for my trouble, which leads me to the second part...
Part II: Beer at School
Apparently, this school I'm outside of while entertaining the kiddies is a place I have to enter when the bell rings. But I've got this brewskie in my hand. Whatever. I go inside to get started on arts & crafts or naptime or whatever we were supposed to be doing in there. The teacher after a while notices that I'm sipping from a cold one, so she tells me, very diplomatically I think, that I'll have to drink it outside, school rules. No problem. Only it's really cold outside, so I go for a walk down the halls instead. Man, this is one big school, and the further I go the more it starts to feel like an airport/hospital/hotel/mall/industrialindoorwastelandbackdrop to all my fears, but I stay cool, I've got a beer.
And I even remember what kind. It was the same beer Ginny's grandfather gave me when we visited him in Poland 4 years ago, only it was in a bottle this time. That's why I managed to keep on nursing it over an indoor walk stretching several kilometres: that shit was awful.
In other news, I return to work tomorrow, though none of my pants will do up around my swollen belly.
Roughly it divides into 2 parts.
Part I: Darth Vader
I'm supposed to be entertaining some kids in a schoolyard, so naturally I'm dressed up like Darth Vader. Only my costume sucks. It's essentially a black leotard with panels and a belt attached to make me look like a ballet dancer who ripped off Darth Vader, including his gloves and helmet. And a light sabre. Which also sucks. No, that's harsh. If I owned this light sabre I'd play with it constantly--because it's a toy. It even had one of those concentric-cone retractable light beam blade thingers, which I've always thought were a neat way of making the light sabre toys functional as concealable weapons.
I may have been given a beer for my trouble, which leads me to the second part...
Part II: Beer at School
Apparently, this school I'm outside of while entertaining the kiddies is a place I have to enter when the bell rings. But I've got this brewskie in my hand. Whatever. I go inside to get started on arts & crafts or naptime or whatever we were supposed to be doing in there. The teacher after a while notices that I'm sipping from a cold one, so she tells me, very diplomatically I think, that I'll have to drink it outside, school rules. No problem. Only it's really cold outside, so I go for a walk down the halls instead. Man, this is one big school, and the further I go the more it starts to feel like an airport/hospital/hotel/mall/industrialindoorwastelandbackdrop to all my fears, but I stay cool, I've got a beer.
And I even remember what kind. It was the same beer Ginny's grandfather gave me when we visited him in Poland 4 years ago, only it was in a bottle this time. That's why I managed to keep on nursing it over an indoor walk stretching several kilometres: that shit was awful.
In other news, I return to work tomorrow, though none of my pants will do up around my swollen belly.
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chelsea:
bookkeeping, thanks, it just looked odd with the two e's and the two k's next to each other, oh well good thing I don't spell for a living. 
unnecessaryz:
Welcome to the lesser of what I believe to be one of the three best groups on the site! We're in the middle of a civil war right now, so you better hit the ground running.