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.