Just a heads up that last night I had a very vivid dream (lucid dream??) that me and Wayne Coyne were BFFs, going thrifting together, looking for “feathers.” Like he was really obsessed wih the idea of collecting as many vintage, feather-embelished women’s robes as possible. And I felt very bad cause I didn’t already own any? And I was like, “Oh I know exactly who will have some!” (Meg) but she didn’t live near us so we had to go hunting for them from scratch.
So meanwhile he was all “what’s your aesthetic going to be?” and I had to think long and hard about it cause I felt like “animalian sequins” was maybe too obvious and it was WAYNE FUCKING COYNE, MY HERO, so I wanted to impress him and then while I was thinking about what to say he asked me if I wanted to drop acid and go see the “Michael Vick concert” and in my head I was like “Michael VICK?” and I turned him down cause if there’s ever going to be a bad trip it’s going to be at a Michael Vick concert.
SO I drove Wayne Coyne to the Michael Vick concert and sure enough it was a weird show where Michael Vick was kind of doing a Cee Lo Green routine but I watched from the parking lot because I did not want to go inside. When Wayne came back he was like “want to go to San Francisco?” and I was like “OMG yes let’s go to the ocean” and somehow we got from NY to San Francisco on the L train.
At some point my brain realized I was dreaming or that the premise of hopping on a subway across the country was bogus cause I remember feeling sad that I missed Sam and Esther, who live in San Francisco, and I woke up disappointed that I turned down the chance to take drugs with Wayne Coyne.
But man did we have fun while it lasted.
