Last Night's Weird Dreams

I had two dreams last night that I remember.

Dream 1:

The first was set in a U.S. city, not sure which and didn’t seem like Chicago. I was in a French restaurant (I was recently in France so this makes some sense.), and the proprietress announced to the diners she had a nearby property that would be perfectly suited for another French restaurant and she wanted one of us diners to do it. I raised my hand, “I will.” I promptly left on vacation to who knows where. During my vacation, I decided there was no feasible way for me to take on this project. I didn’t have the knowledge of French cooking, running a restaurant or the funds to do so. Upon my return, I stopped by to inform the proprietress of my decision, and she eagerly grabbed my arm, lead me a few doors down, and presented me with the property that she had renovated while I was away. It was almost finished, bright yellow, and very cute yellow and red curtains. “I suppose I could give it a try.” There were other people touring “my” restaurant at the time and a turned to a young woman asking, “Can you cook French food?” She said, “Of course!” “You’re hired!!!” I went outside to the front sidewalk where there was a chalkboard. I started filling in daily specials in French (I was just in France; I know a little French.) and, right then and there, wrote down the name of my new restaurant!

French, The Restaurant

(Dreamers note: A bit of information I discovered in France was that they are not very creative in their naming of buildings. They name it the exact words as the service it will provide. Not very clever at all. Hence the name of my new restaurant.)

Dream 2:

Someone has passed away, someone I know very well. Everyone I know is grief stricken. I am left alone in a room with someone with whom I am very angry. In a whisper hiss voice, I proceed to unload on this person ripping them for their selfish and inconsiderate behavior for how they treated someone else extremely important to me. This person knows where my allegiance stands. I was completely eloquent and thorough. Everything I said made perfect sense, in perfectly chosen words. And all of it was perfectly true. I woke up.

(Dreamer’s note: DELETED (by dreamer)) 

New York City!!! Suggesions?

While I should be organizing myself and my house before leaving for NYC bright and early tomorrow morning, I’m not because I’m typing. Why is it that I often don’t do what I know I should or am supposed to be doing? Leaving everything until the last minute. Is it more exciting for me that way? Seems sort of stressful and yet...


I have a few new restaurant ideas for dining with my bestie (my college and young professional city roomie, maid of honor and Godmother to my babies) over the next four days. We’ve gone to New York together many, many times over the years and we’re always up for trying new, fairly casual, small places. And places where people watching is awesome, have to do that! That's not to say we don't like hustle bustle places, too, because we do. 

Jen@We’re Living A Full Life gave me UVA (Olive in Italian?) on the upper east side; it's one of her favorites. Anyone have any other dining suggestions? We’ve done the fancy thing and now we’re all about fantastic food.

We’ve seen most of the tourist sights over the years but we haven’t yet seen the finished 9/11 Memorial. That is a “must do” as is a lovely stroll through Central Park to The Met (always) and a Sunday matinee (of “Once” (a musical and love story…YUM!)).

If you have opinions or ideas, I’d love for you to chime in.

I’m so excited, I can’t stand it. Off to pack.

Who am I kidding? 

I am a last minute "hurry sit on my suitcase so I can close then weigh it because the cab is in the driveway, but wait, I have one more thing to put inside" type girl! AND I always forget something!