What a dream I just awoke from — one that figures to stay with me from years to come. I’m still shaking!
I dreamed that I was on a break at a gig and I was going through the buffet line. I hadn’t eaten all day and I was more than ready to chow down. I loaded up my plate to the brim with potato salad, rice, beans, and the most delicious short ribs I had ever seen. The meat was glistening like Annette Funicello’s skin in Beach Blanket Bikini.
As I was walking to my seat, disaster struck. I tripped, sending the entire contents of my plate onto the floor. I was practically in tears but the bass player, who had been ahead of me in the line, said, “Get some more, get some more!”
I returned to the buffet only to find the cook putting the covers on the now empty steam tables. All I was able to glean was a half order of (bottom of the pan) crusty rice and beans.
Needless to say I awoke in mid-scream in a cold sweat. I hope this is not an omen.
