so yesterday (or was that this morning? i don't even remember) i posted about how i wanted to write about 1) my dream 2) the morningwood show and 3) some other crap.

so first and foremost, my weird dream. in this fantasy world i suppose money was no object because i decided to fly home to texas on a whim. but instead of flying out of one of the three nyc airports, for whatever reason i was flying out of stewart airport in orange county. so i'm at the airport and i call my mom and ask her if she can pick me up in an hour. again, in this fantasyland, it only takes an hour to fly from orange county, ny to dallas. maybe it was the concord? anywho, my mom replies "sorry, i'm going to see hairspray tonight. i can't." my mom blew me off for a stupid touring version of "hairspray". so then i call my dad and he says "he's busy."

doesn't anyone want me to come home?

i guess this is what subconciously prompted me to buy a ticket to california (we're talking reality now, not my dream world). so in exactly two weeks, i'll be on a trans-american flight to sunny los angeles, california. i have a few friends out there to visit, two of whom have moved out in the last few months. i'm sure it'll be a fun and relaxing trip.

last night i went to go see the band morningwood with my friend (and former roommate) C. we got there in time for the opening band action action. it turns out they hail from nyc. they were actually quite good. sort of reminded me of phantom planet meets duran duran, so in other words, totally up my alley.

after them, morningwood took the stage, and right away it was good vibes. it totally felt like a high school dance party meets strip club meets aerobics class. in other words, people got their groove on, got half naked, and sweat a lot. i know it sounds like i'm describing sex to you right now, but i assure you no one got down and did the deed on the floor. at least, not that i'm aware of. but at one point when they played "take off your clothes", they got a volunteer from the audience to, well, take off her clothes. she was cute and had a mischa barton/paris hilton-esque body, so in other words, didn't feel self-conscious about stripping. morningwood also said they "grade" their audience. their grading system consisted of "titty", "titty's nipple", and "the bead of sweat on the titty's nipple" (that being the highest). the stripper definitely put us over and we achieved status of "bead of sweat on the titty's nipple". it was definitely a fun time. i'm so glad C and i went.

oh yeah, and the last thing. when i got home, i wanted to watch "lost" because i can't fucking go to work and not have everyone talk about it. well, when i was home, it was erased from the DVR. but now that i've had a day to get over it, it's not the end of the world. and ABC now offers streaming video of the show for free the day after. so all's well.

in other news, my brother got a DUI two nights ago. not the first time. what do you say to a guy so that he doesn't do it anymore without sounding like a total douchebag or a parent? if you have any suggestions, let me know.