guinevere33 and i were the sole representatives of our childhood home girlscout council to the girl scouts national convention, which seemed to consist of a small and rather threadbare conference room with the lights turned down. we started walking around the "exhibit tables"--mostly empty. the first one with anything going on was where
bill clinton was sitting, all by his lonesome, behind a small tv playing the news and a stack of his new book. he looked affable and kind of bored, and there was no one there, but we scurried by rather than meeting him because we didn't feel like being ogled. a few minutes later we discovered
alan rickman at another table, but he was deeply engrossed in conversation with some guy. we skulked around the corner watching him for a bit and grouching because what was he even doing there if he was going to have a private conversation? but then we got over it, and when we were almost all the way back around we found
mirabellawotr at a table that was entirely covered by
one of those flynet umbrellas that's meant to cover food, but the only thing under it was a shiny sexy silver laptop.
(for some reason,
mirabellawotr looked like the
office boss from
dead like me.) we complimented her laptop and i remarked that she never seemed like the girl scout troop leader type. after a brief discussion, we decided that because we were bored
guinevere33 and i would get a giant kite and see if we could get it to carry us a few feet off the ground if we ran fast enough, and
mirabellawotr would film it with her laptop. which we did. in the basement of the building. aaaaaand then i woke up.
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Date: 21 May 2005 08:42 am (UTC)Gotta love dreams.
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Date: 21 May 2005 08:44 am (UTC)and also, man, if it'd been me i'd've kept lurking around alan rickman.
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Date: 22 May 2005 02:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 22 May 2005 10:53 am (UTC)