Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Clarification

I guess I need to stop talking in dreams:

Yesterday, I was walking home from Ben Thanh Market after shopping. I heard someone call my name. It was Alice. She invited me to join her and her sister for some wine at the New World Hotel. She had just bought me a Coach bag as a gift. Then we went to her house and ate pizza made by an Italian chef - her sister's boyfriend. They are visiting from Italy.

It wasn't a dream, it was real life. But it felt like a dream...I felt like the luckiest person alive. I felt like I was on Oprah's camera. I checked with Alice today, and she confirmed that it all happened. Yes, Angie, even the pizza was real, with tomatoes grown on a family farm near Verona.

But no one got it the way I told it yesterday - that I know of, anyway.

I will be telling that story for a long time, so I had better get it right!

6 comments:

Thomas said...

Please, please keep on talking the dreamy way!

Mungo said...

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, I get it.

Amy T. said...

I got it, but the snowball was already half way down the hill by the time I logged on...

Michelle said...

That makes perfect sense . . . I'm glad you clarified it.

Brian Bowker said...

I recommend that you be careful what you dream about from now on anyhow, just to be safe. There's no way to tell if that really was a dream that really did come true...


@Amy T. RE: "the snowball was already half way down the hill by the time I logged on"

HAHAHAHAHA!

Angie said...

I'm so glad the pizza was real!