new found dreaming

so this is how ridic my dreams are.

me and chrissy (chrissy and i) are at new found, but like an old new found show... at the tla and we're right on the barricade. we're singing into the mike, the whole deal (side note... i really need to dig out my old pics, i know there's some jems of me and jordan circa 2000 in the back of my closet. i wish everything was digital back then. but i digress) so it's the last song and jordan asks me what i want to hear. i say ballad for the lost romantics... so they go into it... but it's not that song. it's no song i've ever heard. i look over at chrissy and she's singing away. i'm like "what the hell, this isn't it". she looks at me like i have 3 heads and screams "yes it is" then goes back to singing along. i look at the guy next to me, also singing along. at this point, i'm the only person in the place that doesn't know the words. eventually, chad stops the show to have me escorted out. yea. i think it was basically the musical dream equivalent of showing up to school without your clothes on.

(ms rock - i knew you'd really appreciate this one)