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Thursday, November 17, 2005

A whole lot of money.

Yesterday I was asked if I wanted to stay home instead of coming "all the way down here" to work for 3 1/2 hours. The reason was that another employee was already there and was suddenly short a couple hours after a private charter fell through for yesterday. Normally, I would have considered it but I had had a dream yesterday morning where, at the end of a trolley charter, the contact with the group gave me a bunch of money. Of course, in the dream it looked like hundreds of dollars. Obviously, being someone who believes in his own dreams, I went to work. Turns out, it was pretty easy and way layed back. We picked up crackers and cheese at a caterer, loaded the trolley with alcohol and colas, and then picked up people for an hour long tour before we dropped them at a downtown restaurant.
For an hourlong tour, $35 tip. Not bad. In fact, that's pretty good. And then I got to keep all the beer (they didn't touch it) and most of the coke, diet coke and sprite (which I shared with mechanics at work...oh and also with hot sandwich.) Crackers and cheese came home with me too. It was like a biblical fish haul. My van ranneth over. Two trips to the apartment. Good stuff.
This morning, I had a dream that was like a real quick highlight clip from a football game where aparently two cheerleaders were in a fight and one began to drag the other down the field. Actually, now that I mention it, I don't think it was two cheerleaders in a fight. I think it was one cheerleader who somehow became attached to a passing fullback. At any rate, the cheerleader was being dragged against her will down the field toward the endzone. She eventually began to enjoy the ride and smile and laugh a little even though it hurt a little bit. At this point, the sports team zoomed in on her chest and said, "By the way folks, that's not a nipple." And sure enough it wasn't. "It's the nozzle of her water bottle." What an incredible optical illusion.
This dream, I don't expect to mean anything. Do you know why? Because I was a little tipsy last night from all the free wine I drank.

But the big news is that tonight I'm going to rock the Lincoln Lodge for the first of two nights. I'm going to be standing around in my apartment for a good part of the day, putting the finishing touches on my 12 minutes. I'm hoping I knock it out of the park tonight. If anybody is interested, tonight and tomorrow at 4008 n. Lincoln. 9pm but come early (it sells out).

And then on Saturday, I'll go back to driving trolleys.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wonder if you could dream about me winning the lottery with a ticket I find blowing down the street. That'd be cool. I'll even throw a couple shckels your way when I win.

Thu Nov 17, 08:36:00 AM CST  
Blogger Churchill said...

A man that shall remain nameless that we both know (let's call himmmmm....Joel-uh Garci-O, so you don't guess who it was) said the same thing to me yesterday when I told him this story.
Later that night after I realized, I didn't get hundreds of dollars but that it was still, overall a very positive experience, I realized that you don't get glimpses of the future for the purpose of personal gain. Rather, it's so that whatever is floating in the ether dreaming all of our existences can lead us to certain goals and milestones in the path of what our life is to become. That is, obviously, I needed some money, but there is probably also some greater goal that was started or continued in motion because of my going to work last night. Like (the first thing that comes to mind) I was able to say funny things in a tour that didn't feel like tour guide corny things. Instead, I felt like a funny guy who drives a trolley. I need the comic confidence so I can be funny tonight and in the future.
Of course, there's probably plenty of other reasons that I don't know anything about...yet.
Belly button.

Thu Nov 17, 11:51:00 AM CST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

sHey wait a minute. I didn't get any free cola or wine.

Or is there another hot sandwich?

(unless, of course, that cooler of beer and cola I took with me was yours, but I thought it was Bobby "I'm not gay" Hoffman's)

Thu Nov 17, 02:01:00 PM CST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hehe -
you said navel.

again.

Fri Nov 18, 08:42:00 AM CST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Come on, Chris. The world is waiting! What's next?

Wed Nov 23, 11:39:00 AM CST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Chris:

Can you please dream up a grantwriting gig for me that is in the confines of the city of Chicago and not the 'burbs, does not require a great deal of overtime, has somewhat functional management, and pays $40K or more per year please?

Although if you dream of monkeys flying out of your butt that would be okay too.

Thank you!

- Jackie

Tue Nov 29, 12:59:00 PM CST  
Blogger Churchill said...

Hey Jackie,
You should help a fledgling experimental theatrical group get some grants to do weird stuff.

Tue Nov 29, 04:51:00 PM CST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Provided said group was a 501c3, and willing to couch "weird" as "innovative". ..it could happen. Especially if it's a paid gig.

Mon Dec 05, 12:18:00 PM CST  

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