Last night, I dreamed about Dooce.
Dooce and I were at a little tappas type bar gabbing away in a corner when we were interrupted by a group of Hari Krishnas.
Allow me to bore you to tears with my navel gazing dream interpretation skills:
1) I am very much looking forward to finally going to Kalachandiji's. The vegetarian restaurant adjacent to the Krishna Temple in town. I've always wanted to go and the more I read about it the more I can't wait.( zzzzzzz - posting about what your are someday going to eat for lunch.) The real appeal is that I fancy the Hari Krishna. By just the thought of them I am instantly transported back to the '70's a wide eyed child gazing at the beautiful people dancing and chanting. Why, yes! I do want a flower!
2) Now that I have verbally committed to attending the BlogHer conference with Stef, my subconscious has started creating a to-do list. Number one: Eat tappas with Dooce in SF.
I told you I have mad interpretation skills.