I had a funny dream last night.
I went out to a writers' night at a non-existent bar and as I was making my way over to greet some friends, I noticed that one of them was talking with Keith Urban. Being the opportunist I am, even in dreams, I butted in anyway.
In the dream, I mentioned to Keith U. that I have a colleague who has a very similar-sounding name (I can hear
My colleague, of course, who has never heard that one before (pardon the heavy sarcasm), came back with “Yeah but I'm better looking.” (Go ahead,
The intern replied, “Shyah! I don't think so! He's, like, Australian!”
In my dream, when I'm telling this story to Keith Urban, I'm doing a very exaggerated Valley-girl-type delivery, and it gets a big laugh from my friend (on whose conversation I intruded, remember) and from Keith U. himself.
And then I woke up. Very amused.
Maybe it's a sign that I should go out somewhere tonight. Maybe I'll meet someone exciting. After all, I've lived in Nashvegas for more than 16 months now and still have only seen one celebrity (I saw John Hiatt picking up his own luggage at the airport). I'm overdue to meet some country stars!