Sunday Funday
This week we asked Taylor’s sister, (not biological, but they have been best buds for nearly 20 years) Haley Hampton to share her heart and soul. She did not disappoint.
The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of
Everyone has had a dream that was so good and so real that they never wanted to wake up from it. This morning, I awoke to a mixture of emotions— crushing disappointment that my dream wasn’t real, combined with sunny optimism because, well, the dream was THAT good.
Many people are familiar with Louis C.K.— he’s an actor, writer, director and producer. But most importantly, he’s one of the best comedians of our generation. He is also one of my favorite humans on the face of the earth. I have always had an odd attraction to him, as well as a great appreciation of his filthy but brilliant mind.
All this to say, I had a dream about Mr. C.K. last night. The first thing I remember is us sitting together at a very, very fancy wedding reception. It reminded me of the scene in Titanic when Jack accompanies Rose to the upper-class dinner with all the rich socialites. Unfortunately we weren’t the bride and groom at this wedding, just guests, but I got the feeling that he was my date or vice versa. Anyways, we were served a lot of weird, almost inedible food, and Louis & I laughed about it merrily like old friends.
Now, the rest of the dream happens very quickly. After the reception, Louis asks me if I’d like to grab a drink, which I happily accept. We go to a classy jazz bar, share stories, have a couple rum & cokes, then go back to his place and make sweet love all night long.
Yes, it’s true— in my wildest fantasies, I’m making love to a chubby, middle aged, foul-mouthed comedian. But it was magical in a way I can’t quite explain. I’ve only had a handful of sex dreams in my life, but so far, this one takes the cake.
All this to say, I had a dream about Mr. C.K. last night. The first thing I remember is us sitting together at a very, very fancy wedding reception. It reminded me of the scene in Titanic when Jack accompanies Rose to the upper-class dinner with all the rich socialites. Unfortunately we weren’t the bride and groom at this wedding, just guests, but I got the feeling that he was my date or vice versa. Anyways, we were served a lot of weird, almost inedible food, and Louis & I laughed about it merrily like old friends.
Now, the rest of the dream happens very quickly. After the reception, Louis asks me if I’d like to grab a drink, which I happily accept. We go to a classy jazz bar, share stories, have a couple rum & cokes, then go back to his place and make sweet love all night long.
Yes, it’s true— in my wildest fantasies, I’m making love to a chubby, middle aged, foul-mouthed comedian. But it was magical in a way I can’t quite explain. I’ve only had a handful of sex dreams in my life, but so far, this one takes the cake.
