I had a dream the other night David Copperfield asked me on a date. Ever since I was 8 and he did a magic routine to Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out For a Hero" I've been smitten. He was going to make the Brooklyn Bridge dissappear for me. Granted that's not as cool as when he flew (No strings attached! No camera tricks!) and carried Claudia Schiffer in his arms out the window (she never understood him). Still, he wanted to do MAGIC for ME!!! I didn't stop to think about what a missing bridge would do to midtown traffic in NYC. I did wake up though.
Brent's a pretty heavy sleeper. Case in point: I recently thought it would be a good idea for him to get up and pee every time I did. Then he could claim true sympathy pains for this pregnancy. The first 3 AM bladder wake up call went something like this:
"Brent?"
"Uhmhphh??"
"I have to pee."
"Uhmhphh."
"That means you're supposed to pee too."
"Uhmhphh."
My bladder couldn't wait any longer so I blindly made my way to the toilet and tried to catch a few more hours of sleep. So it's understandable why I'd think I could get away with THIS conversation.
"Brent?"
"Uhmhphh??"
"David Copperfield asked me on a date, can I go?"
"Why does it have to be a date?"
"Brent, he's going to make the Brooklyn Bridge dissappear for me!"
"I don't think so."
Crap. I was denied. Like I said, he's a pretty heavy sleeper so I tried again the next morning.
"So I get to go on a dream date with David Copperfield!"
"Huh?"
*puppy dog eyes* "Last night you SAID I could!!!"
"No I didn't!"
Double crap. So we talked it over and he said I could go on a date with David Copperfield ONLY if we double and he brings Mandy Moore. Crap, crap, crap. David hasn't come back to me, but I have been dreaming about cinnamon rolls which I NEVER eat. Cinnabons taste like lard covered in sugar to me. Not that I don't like lard and sugar, but at least mask it a little more. Anyway, sweet dreams are made of these...
In an unrelated note, there was a woman playing Ashokan Farewell on her violin when I got off the subway. I rushed along with every other hurried commuter when suddenly the soaring notes filled the dingy T-stop. I get intensely nostalgic for my sisters whenever I hear it. Today it was particularly apropos since Whitney went into the MTC. She called to say goodbye so it was truly a day of farewells. It's kind of funny that the song reminds me of them. True they can all play it, but I'm pretty sure they all hate it too.
Brent's a pretty heavy sleeper. Case in point: I recently thought it would be a good idea for him to get up and pee every time I did. Then he could claim true sympathy pains for this pregnancy. The first 3 AM bladder wake up call went something like this:
"Brent?"
"Uhmhphh??"
"I have to pee."
"Uhmhphh."
"That means you're supposed to pee too."
"Uhmhphh."
My bladder couldn't wait any longer so I blindly made my way to the toilet and tried to catch a few more hours of sleep. So it's understandable why I'd think I could get away with THIS conversation.
"Brent?"
"Uhmhphh??"
"David Copperfield asked me on a date, can I go?"
"Why does it have to be a date?"
"Brent, he's going to make the Brooklyn Bridge dissappear for me!"
"I don't think so."
Crap. I was denied. Like I said, he's a pretty heavy sleeper so I tried again the next morning.
"So I get to go on a dream date with David Copperfield!"
"Huh?"
*puppy dog eyes* "Last night you SAID I could!!!"
"No I didn't!"
Double crap. So we talked it over and he said I could go on a date with David Copperfield ONLY if we double and he brings Mandy Moore. Crap, crap, crap. David hasn't come back to me, but I have been dreaming about cinnamon rolls which I NEVER eat. Cinnabons taste like lard covered in sugar to me. Not that I don't like lard and sugar, but at least mask it a little more. Anyway, sweet dreams are made of these...
In an unrelated note, there was a woman playing Ashokan Farewell on her violin when I got off the subway. I rushed along with every other hurried commuter when suddenly the soaring notes filled the dingy T-stop. I get intensely nostalgic for my sisters whenever I hear it. Today it was particularly apropos since Whitney went into the MTC. She called to say goodbye so it was truly a day of farewells. It's kind of funny that the song reminds me of them. True they can all play it, but I'm pretty sure they all hate it too.
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I REALLY like your idea about making Brent pee with you in the middle of the night. Tyler is a light sleeper, so I think he usually wakes up when I get up, but actually having to get out of bed and drop your pants is a whole other thing. I may have to bring this up.
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