- That Kadooment Day jump-up was too rastaman short!
- There was NO rain! Wassup with that?
- The area between my knees and my toes are mashed up. But I can take it because I...am a solj.
- People kept tiefing de water and drinks intended for the Baje dancers, AND
- Getting in our way while we were s'posed to be doin' our jobs as flag women and (you guessed it!) waving our flags!
- Not only was the beautiful young man jumping in my band, but he was in the section which matched my costume! Wow.
I saw him again as I was leavin' Spring Garden. He had already showered and returned, the fraud. He stopped to talk to me: "Well, this's the last time I'll see you before I leave next Tuesday."
I hugged him and told him it was very nice to have met him (understatement of the year), then he mumbled something which I didn't quite hear. I got the feeling that we both punked out. And then we parted ways. Probably forever.
And thus ends the mostly uneventful saga of Daana And The Beautiful Young Man.
C.O.T.
Last night, I dreamt I was lying on a big comfy bed ouside on my lawn, snuggled up between Peter Parker and Mary Jane. Only they didn't look anything like Toby McGuire and Kirsten Dunst. Anyway, we were all gazing up at the stars, and I remember thinking to myself
"Gee, I'll bet Peter and Mary Jane would rather be next to each other right now...but I'm so warm and comfy here between them...and I don't want to move anyhow, cuz Peter's cute!"
A couple minutes after this, Peter got up and moved over to MaryJane's side and turned his back to me. I found myself cold and alone.
What does it all mean?