so, this dream of mine from last night, it made me wanna sleep forever, and ever, and EVER *sigh* you know the kind....the ones where you wake up in the middle, feel reality knocking at your door, and quickly clench your eyes shut, hoping for that sleepy feeling...praying for that 2nd act. but, we all know good things must come to an end, right?
for those who don't know me (and perhaps some that do) i was a bit of a beatles freak back in the day. mind you, they were broken up for many years by the time i caught 'the bug'....but, that didn't curtail my enthusiasm. n'no....not one bit. everything these four men embodied, represented and created kept me afloat...they were the air i breathed and the water i drank. when my parents separated (and i hit puberty, let's not forget THAT little bump!), i turned to music. it became the one and only drug of choice that nurtured and numbed me through many a rough time. i was largely an only child at this point, since my older siblings had moved away and started their own adult lives, NO fault to them....but, i did feel very alone in the world all of a sudden. let's just say, lucky for me, booze or sex hadn't entered the picture just yet, otherwise i'd prolly be a great grandmother or chummin' it up with john and george at this very moment.
so, last night...i stumbled into the beatles' hotel room after an american concert, circa 1964...we're talkin' just off the heels of 'hard day's night' beatles. cutey cute, floppy flop hair, and suity suit suits....yummy yum yum! they were just young enough not to be jaded by things like fanatical fans, the maharishi, battling egos ooooooor yoko.
it was magical.
the first one on the scene was ringo. he walked into the room and my first thought was.....'my GOD, you are now officially my favorite beatle! just what was i THiNKiNG with the whole paul thing?!!!!' ringo's eyes were just SPARKLiNG. he greeted me with open arms, without an ounce of self importance....he was just SOOOO laid back. i felt most comfortable with him, chatting him up and joking with him most of the night. he even sported a rainbow colored rastafarian wig (which looked surprisingly sexy on him?!) and started writing notes on my exposed feet with a sharpie pen.
although paul and george were present, i never interacted with them, not sure why. maybe i was having too much fun with ringo to care, or perhaps i was too nervous to meet them. finally, in walks john. he leaned down to all the other beatles and said...."g'night GuhRLS...i'm off to 'ave a bit o' fun."
i looked at john and outstretched my arms, wiggling them frantically in a half crazed wave.....he then walked toward me as if to shake my hand. i pretended to faint and yanked him as i plummeted to the floor (clever girl!) as i slowly 'came to' and opened my eyes, i reached up to kiss him (?!!) but, john quickly pulled away, exclaiming his marital status. then, quite surprisingly, he gazed at me, drew me closer, our lips nearly locked, only a thin sheet of air lay between us....our warm breath softly danced back and forth, back and forth. then, finally...he planted THE biggest, hottest, most wet dreamiest kiss on me!!!!!! FULL TONGUE.
then, sadly, i awoke...god damn it!!!!
i would've been freud's favorite patient, THiS, i know.