I had the weirdest dream last night.
This is what I can remember:
I was at work but it was my old high school. For some reason, I also lived there. My room had this weird hole where the roof was supposed to be and because of this, a tarantula had made its way inside – naturally.
I don’t have a phobia of spiders but a healthy respect for their furry nopeness.
I think I’ve covered before about our foray of brown recluse spiders in our basement. That experience made me a little scared of our furry little friends. If I find them in the house, depending on their size they’ll either get picked up with a tissue and tossed outside or down the whirlpool of the toilet.
In my dream, a person that I can’t remember decided it would be fun to place this big-ass spider on me. Instantly I was paralyzed. In the dream I remember looking into the mirror as this monstrous fucker climbed up my chest, to my neck, and then onto my face.
So thank you brain for that fucking mess. Asshole.
As if the dream wasn’t weird enough, I woke up with ABBA’s “Take A Chance On Me” in my head.
Examine that shit, Freud.
Today has been Africa hot. I’ve been to Africa so I feel confident in that assessment. I went outside early to water the new flowers and all that fun stuff before the sun came out fully blazing. We have tickets to the Indy 11 match this afternoon but no way. The heat index is going to be near 100 and I don’t play with the heat; I respect the heat.
We decided if we do go out, we’re going to go to Ralston’s on Mass Ave to catch the USA vs. Paraguay Copa América match. Our honeymoon was spent on a 2 week cruise through the Mediterranean and that happened to coincide with the World Cup. It was hard not to get caught up in the excitement as we had people of all nationalities on our ship. We happened to be in Monaco when France won their match and then in Rome when Italy won the whole thing.
We went to down to the Circus Maximus with over 400,000 other people.
It was amazing.
We also were bandwagoners. Nothing like a blonde chick trying to pose as an Italian. It didn’t matter though. The only annoying thing was hearing “We Are The Champions” on loop for about 5 hours. It was funny because the Italians only knew the chorus.
Since that time, soccer has been a little obsession of mine. I know most of my American counterparts think it’s boring and slow but it’s all about technique. The flops are annoying as hell, though. No more annoying than NFL players faking an injury to get extra time so the coaches can design a clutch play.
I do enjoy the NFL more but find it hysterical that my friends across the pond call it Armoured Wank Ball. Rugby is in a class of its own.
This morning and afternoon I’ve been taking care of my neighbor’s dogs. Even though our dogs are only separated by a fence, it might as well be a moat with dragons. I brought her little pups over and everyone went apeshit – except the cats. My cats give zero fucks about dogs and my one cat, Minnie, we call her the dog whisperer. She likes to sit on the fenceline on either side as my neighbors’ dogs give her kisses.
This fun only lasted about 20 minutes as the temperatures continued to rise. The girls and I have been outside in the fort while the husband went to the gym. We’re in the shade, they have water, multiple fans, and plenty of trips inside to the A/C. Marion County passed a law that if it’s over 90 degrees, your dogs have to be inside. This law was passed because of assholes that chain their dogs to trees without any shelter or water. These people are assholes and shouldn’t have children or animals.
I’d like to keep it a low-key evening but I’ll play along for the husband. One of our favorite singers will be at the Rathskeller, we have soccer, and PRIDE week going on. PRIDE is one of my favorite events. People get their knickers in a twist and bitch and moan about gayness being “shoved down their throat.” So many sexual innuendos with these people.
Last year during PRIDE we were at a wedding at the Rathskeller. The wedding ended at 9pm and we didn’t want to go home. We found one of the best gay bars on Mass Ave was hopping. I asked the doorman if it was okay to come in and he gave me a big hug and said, “All are welcome here. We’re glad you’re here!” Like any bar, we had drinks, listened to awesome music, and talked to many different people. Yeehaw gay agenda. So scary.
Looking forward to a fun evening. Hopefully Mother Nature turns the heat down a little so I don’t melt.