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 laughing already) and that I have a funny story about him. (This story is true.) We have a bunch of interns at work now, and my colleague was setting one of them up with publishing access to our intranet. She thanked him and added, “You know you have a very similar name to Keith Urban!”

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, , I know you want to bust out laughing.)

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!

Keith Urban in my dreams

10 thoughts on “Keith Urban in my dreams

  • July 2, 2004 at 1:04 am
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    I think country stars in this town have the power to will themselves invisible… either that or a supernatural “Chris Gaines” power that lets them blend in with the crowd. Who knows, you may pass one every day! Hah.

    A family member once saw Lee Greenwood in the waiting room of a urologist’s office, over off of Church St. That was interesting.

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  • July 2, 2004 at 2:26 am
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    I’m pretty sure I saw William Shatner on 21st.

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  • July 2, 2004 at 3:13 am
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    I gotta say that Nashvegas proper is *probably* not where you’ll see most of the *starz*. When I lived in the Goodlettsville/Hendersonville area is when I spied most of the ones i spied. (Kathy Mattea mowed me down at Kroger’s while i was squatting and looking for chicken burritos…she came flying around the corner with her cart and *blammo!*. It was about 2 a.m. guess ya can’t fault the biggies for shopping in the middle of the night.)

    Then again, I met a lot of them when i was working for Mr. Coe and his hardy band of wackos. 🙂

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  • July 2, 2004 at 9:15 am
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    That’s cool when even your subconscious knows you’re funny. 🙂

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  • July 2, 2004 at 12:12 pm
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    Now that‘s funny.

    No, my subconscious only knows I’m an attention slut. 😉

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  • July 2, 2004 at 12:13 pm
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    Yeah, I’ll have to see if I can convince Karsten to start doing our grocery shopping in the middle of the night, since I can’t stay awake that long. It’ll make a great “how we got our first cut” story.

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  • July 2, 2004 at 12:15 pm
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    This reminds me of the exchange from “Notting Hill” about Ringo Starr vs. Topol from Fiddler on the Roof.

    So what was Shatner doing on 21st? Stopping in for coffee at Fido?

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  • July 2, 2004 at 12:16 pm
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    Good theory. I like it. I suppose I’ll just have to start passing demos out to everyone I meet.

    I think I don’t want to think about Lee Greenwood at a urologist’s office. “I don’t mind the thorns when you’re the rose” indeed.

    Actually, I don’t know what that last bit means. It was just the first thing that came to mind.

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  • July 2, 2004 at 2:49 pm
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    Not love like that, of course. Ahem.

    Last time I saw him, Shatner was having coffee of some outre sort with Ben Folds at “my” Starbucks, across the street from the law school.

    No, really. It was quite odd.

    And yes: he’s shorter in person. Isn’t everyone? (Even you, these days, Ms. O – or so I read :-).)

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  • July 2, 2004 at 3:01 pm
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    Actually he was just standing there.

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