Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Bono-fide Dream

Saturday night, couldn't sleep, so I turned to my drug of choice - TV. First watched SNL, watched U2 perform, flipped past a Joe Pesci movie over to Gia with Angelina Jolie...the on to Point of No Return in time to catch Bridget Fonda enticing Dermot Mulroney into a kiss using a ravioli... until I finally faded off to sleep at about 4am.

All this worked out well as, in my dream, Bono made an appearance and we had quite a nice kissing session - just nice strong lip to lip kissing. Then Joe Pesci showed up and ruined it.

Next weekend I am going to have a Colin Firth Fest - who was just named one of People's Sexiest Men Alive (use the code GLAMOROUS if needed). I am going to pile up my Netflix queue with CF movies - Pride & Predjudice, Fever Pitch, Girl with a Pearl Earring, Valmont, along with my own, Briget Jones and Love Actually - and hope for some more tv-to-tina dream influence.

All romantic and very sweet, of course.

1 comment:

Elaine said...

Wow, I wish my dreams were that easy to control. I once had the strangest semi-erotic-in-a-romantic-sort-of-way dream with Sylvester Stallone (who I've never consciously had any interest in) and Conan O'Brien. Conan O'Brien!