Man on the Moon

FriDAy POntiFIcaTIOns:

Feeling sorry for myself this morning because I didn't go to the Naked and Famous concert last night. I just felt that it would be the responsible thing to do after being a prisoner of war to illness all week. It was a precautionary and hopeful move that was meant to inspire possibility this weekend. Needless to say, I really like this particular band so it hurt me a bit, and also because it was at the Galaxy Theater in charming Santa Ana. A locale in which I have rich history with, my friends. I used to hit that shit up when I was 14 and 15, hanging out with the fast crowd at Santa Margarita Catholic High School, super rad. I was really punk rock (dear Lord). Wearing lot’s of black and dirty chuck taylor's, prob a studded belt in there too somewhere. Black fingernails (well, still have those actually). Working hard to offset being a little blond volleyball player, no doubt. One of the sweet, unknowing mothers of our motley crew would drop us off outside, waving goodbye to us from her brand new SUV as we went in to see a band I probably hadn’t even heard of. I’d be super scared every time I got out of the car because all of the other Galaxy goer's had Mohawks and piercings and tattoos to go with the sex pistols patches on their canvas jackets. So yeah, missed out on that trip down nostalgia lane last night. Bummer.

So two nights ago, I had the most surreal, hypnagogic dreams.  I awoke with such a startle, with such a deep gasp of profundity, I was sure it was real life. Well this is what happened, dear readers. I had not one, but two dreams about having a baby. Granted, I had been taking nyquil and tylenol pm all week with my illness and so I think I was in a bit of an altered condition. Yes, I'm now fully convinced that shit causes hallucinogenic experiences in the dream state. Because I can still picture my dream baby's face? And oh my God, it was the cutest baby ever.  Like, I'm afraid to have a real baby now because it could be a let down?? What a horrific thing to say. I don't mean it one bit. But my dream baby was so cute!!!! So then when I had transitioned into a lucid state of consciousness, I thought-- Blair, why are you having these baby dreams? Naturally, I set about doing some recon and googled, "What do baby dreams mean?". This very learned dream website said that this sort of dream is a sign of grand life transition. Which is actually entirely accurate given my whole whole turn 25 and overthrow everything I was doing bit. Kind of a let down if you ask me, my fingers were secretly crossed for immaculate conception.

***Rob is going to love this little baby anecdote when it shows up in his inbox this morning. Actually, they (family) don't even flinch any more because I have been joking about pregnancy for so long now. But, Rob subscribing to this blog by email was a really poor idea on everybody's part. We had a half a family meeting (minus dad) and collectively decided that somebody is going to have to hack in and unsubscribe him. So far, Holly is leading the charge. A true martyr for art that lady is.

Other Notes of Interest: 

• My baby Bruins are in the National Championship tomorrow night!!! I am so excited and proud. Such a great tradition, mess some shit up gals. All my love to you.

• Even though USC lost, I cannot get over how good their libero is. I mean she is one of the most fun players to watch I have seen in many years. I am excited to see what she does in the future. I forget her last name and I don't even know how old she is, but I would go to a USC (gross) game just to see her play.

• Did you guys ever listen to Brand New? For me, it was like my album of junior year in high school. I stumbled upon them on Spotify yesterday and listened to the whole thing again. It made me laugh remembering everything. Still knew every word.

Have a happy day, dolls.


XX,


Petey