(Oh my bed!! I missed you so!)
Imagine yourself on a four hour journey to the airport, changing buses, fighting with smokers, screaming, hurling luggage at the conductor, bargaining with autowalah, running behind trains! And the next train gets delayed, the bus somehow gets its driveshaft broken, and the conductor on the next bus has to be assured of the legitimacy of your tickets.
Imagine yourself at the airport, wishing it didn't happen, but knowing that it doesn't bother you. You are going to board your plane, leave all this boring stuff behind. Even the guard at the security door knows you. All is starting to go well.
Imagine a tall beautiful girl, the kind that would get a dimple on her cheeks when she smiles, waving at you. You start talking to her and decide to cancel your ticket and board the next flight instead. How good is that?!!
Before you ask, this is not a word for word account of my day. Exaggerations have been made to the level my imaginations can run naked. But the essence of my day is still delicately intact in this written piece.
AND, the talk, or let us say chat with the tall, hot beauty went surprisingly well. I tried to be a suave, debonair gent, and failed drastically. She laughed it off, and brought herself to the level of my stupidity. By my standards, this is a lot of improvement!
Expect details on the journey soon (unless I sleep on all this, or wake up before the dream ends. Depending on which dream level I am in). Don't expect details of the chat. Again, since you don't read my blog, this statement is moot anyway (Moot: rendered unimportant by recent events. Refer to TBBT S04E21).
(Oh my pillow!! Found it under the bed!)
Imagine yourself on a four hour journey to the airport, changing buses, fighting with smokers, screaming, hurling luggage at the conductor, bargaining with autowalah, running behind trains! And the next train gets delayed, the bus somehow gets its driveshaft broken, and the conductor on the next bus has to be assured of the legitimacy of your tickets.
Imagine yourself at the airport, wishing it didn't happen, but knowing that it doesn't bother you. You are going to board your plane, leave all this boring stuff behind. Even the guard at the security door knows you. All is starting to go well.
Imagine a tall beautiful girl, the kind that would get a dimple on her cheeks when she smiles, waving at you. You start talking to her and decide to cancel your ticket and board the next flight instead. How good is that?!!
Before you ask, this is not a word for word account of my day. Exaggerations have been made to the level my imaginations can run naked. But the essence of my day is still delicately intact in this written piece.
AND, the talk, or let us say chat with the tall, hot beauty went surprisingly well. I tried to be a suave, debonair gent, and failed drastically. She laughed it off, and brought herself to the level of my stupidity. By my standards, this is a lot of improvement!
Expect details on the journey soon (unless I sleep on all this, or wake up before the dream ends. Depending on which dream level I am in). Don't expect details of the chat. Again, since you don't read my blog, this statement is moot anyway (Moot: rendered unimportant by recent events. Refer to TBBT S04E21).
(Oh my pillow!! Found it under the bed!)
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