I Dream of PeeDee

No, he wasn't dressed like Barbara Eden. Nor was I.

I knew it was inevitable, that sooner or later he'd show up in my dreams. And last night, he did.

For some reason, I was standing on my front porch and Pete pulls up in a pickup truck. (Flashbacks from Variety Hour, perhaps?) He jumps out and is wearing a flannel shirt (gee, where'd that come from?) and jeans. (Even in my dreams, I can't allow my brain to imagine the stretchy pants. ROFL)

(I'm also thinking he's probably not as muscular IRL as he was in my dream, *grin* but that's okay.)

So I was all excited because I'm finally meeting Pete IRL for the first time! Yay! He gives me a massive hug and we jump in the truck and go to the bookstore, where we proceed to walk around, pointing out our favorite books, then we wander into the erotica section and point out passages to each other, giggling like a couple of junior high school kids. We were shushed by some snot-nosed teenager who was the freaking MANAGER. Whatever.

At some point, we ended up in front of the Terry Pratchett books, where Pete tried to convince me that MOST of the books were actually GOOD, unlike the one I had picked up. So I bought one. (I can't remember which one, though...) Then we went around pointing out books we knew were by fellow AWers. I convinced Pete to buy a book by Jacquie D'Alessandro. LOL

After all this excitement, we went into a restaurant that was apparently attached to the book store, where we ate and talked and laughed for quite a long time. I was just thinking that we should get together more often when I woke up.

Sorry, thrill seekers, that really was it. ROFL I'd imagine it was pretty close to what would happen, should we actually ever end up meeting. Except for the pickup truck. And possibly the flannel shirt.

Oh. And the muscles. BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA