Was having a really cool dream this morning when the building-wide fire alarm went off. It was like 8 a.m. I didn't get out of bed for 2-3 minutes because most of the time the thing stops, but finally I got up, went pee, got dressed like a slob, and headed down the fire stairs outside.
There I ran into this cute queen from the 15th floor, who obviously also just woke up, as he was wearing hospital scrub pants (boxers showing) and a T-shirt. The first thing I said to him (being kind of asleep still) was, "Damn, I was having this wicked cool dream that was like Brady Bunch + Poltergeist + Chucky!" He laughed.
Actually that dream was pretty spooky, sort of a happy 70s sitcom meets horror movie. There was some psycho spirit which seemed to possess dolls a lot and was sort of coming after me. At the end of the dream, right before the fire alarm, my parents were there saying "Everything's OK now" when I noticed my bike was across the yard. I was confused, since I'd locked it up on the bike rack. I told my parents about this and how some demon must have unlocked it, and they told me I was crazy and that there was no such thing as demons.
The number of times I've had dreams with my parents telling me bald-faced lies in the face of violence/paranormal events is kind of disturbing.
This morning (after the whole fire alarm thing) I took a shower, got dressed in the same outfit, and went out to deposit some client money.
On the way over, I went to cross Peachtree Street using one of the wonderful, very visibly marked mid-block crossings. These crossing are normally policed by GSU police, who have been instrumental in stopping stupid-ass drivers from running people (e.g. students, office workers, and homeless guys) over. Over the past few months, these mid-block crossings have *taught* people to stop at crosswalks, and as a result about 80% of vehicles slow down and/or stop when a person is in the crosswalk.
Today, however, I had 1) a big white van and then 2) a GSU Police squad car just cruise on right in front of me when I was 1/2 way across the street. 2) really annoyed me.
The gallery downstairs, who I'm doing a web site redesign for, is hosting a very cool exhibit right now, all black & white photography, highly unusual. I think I'm going to have to ask them to let me in to see. I hope nothing's for sale b/c I'll be really tempted.
Seeing as I have pitifully little food in the house, I went out for both breakfast and lunch today. For lunch I had a very odd craving for Subway's Veggie Delight sub, which I haven't had in months. I don't think I'll have one again for a while since it's given me a bad stomach ache. I don't think combining a vinegar dressing on a sandwich and drinking a bottle of grapefruit juice was a good plan.
After lunch I decided to feed my shopping desires by going in one of my favorite neighborhood shops, TriBeCa. Admittedly, I don't go there a lot, but oooooh, when I go, I love it. TriBeCa is this little fashion shop opened up right around the time I moved here, in the 1998, and is basically a sateillite of a store in NYC that sells really nice & elegant men & women's clothes. Their main customer base is black but I've bot lots of nice stuff from them. Today I tried on a few things that were gorgeous and not expensive... and walked away with a GORGEOUS evening blouse, the kind with the giant kimono-type sleeves with holes you put your hands through and slits on the upper arm. It has a nice thick "obi" waist too. I will definitely wear it out next time I have some fancy (OK, or not to fancy) affair to attend :)
Totally unrelated to Downtown, I just handled an insurance matter in FIVE MINUTES -- unprecedented! What happened was I got a call from my dentist saying BCBS was saying I had no dental insurance and therefore they weren't covering the dentist's claim. This was obviously a misunderstanding so I called BCBS and while it's true I had to go through their LABYRINTHINE voicemail system (which includes a 2-minute voice-recognize Q&A from hell), I did reach a guy in Dental Services named Jesus. He agreed to straighten it all out by having my dentist fax the claim. He said there's no reason they wouldn't pay. Of course BCBS drives me nuts over this kind of crap, so I can only HOPE this is resolved!
I think I have more random stuff to say but I can't think of it for now. And thus the world is momentarily saved.
I got my copy of W today, thinking it would have the "ASexual Revolution" photo spread in it but no, it doesn't... that's next month's, which must be out in NY (it was reviewed by the NYT) but not at Borders yet. Not that I'm complaining though, since W is one of the most beautiful magazines ever invented and it's only $5.50 (whereas I *thought* it cost like $14, since it's a 400+ page mega oversize glossy fashion mag). Jeeez, though, I *have* get next month's though. It's a COVER piece, now that I've checked the article.