So last night I dream again, of you. We went to dinner, a real fancy rich place. But i was wearing my COLLEGE shirt & a hat. But the hat started out as a straw or cowboy hat but by the end it was a denim baseball hat. Anyway, thats later, so we were getting our appetizers/first courses & this guy from across the isle looks over @ me and leans into the waitress and orders our table a bottle of wine or champagne, not sure which. I overhear it and ask the waitress how much was that bottle he ordered and she just says fifteen hundred dollars. I tell him we can't accept it and he's getting ready to leave and says in an odd british accent "No, you'll take it, and I'll take something to." As he walked closer to the table and went to shake my hand, he asked my name, All I could say way my first name, I seemed like such a schlub, i didn't stand, I didn't give him my full name. His was some Cherrington or Worthington or some fucking -ton. He took my hat... which had turned out to be my Dad's hat. Then Jimmie Johnson and Jeff Gordon were @ our table with us. The hat he took off my head that started as a straw/cowboy/who knows, was now a nascar hat of an old driver who had died. For some reason the hat was very meaningful to me. He took the hat and said "I'll just take this, besides mine is starting to get all worn out". That was when I noticed he too had a baseball hat on, backwards. I did nothing, I didn't stand up to him or anything.
That's pretty much where things end, JJ got up and did something, I looked @ JG and he asked him if he was going to stop his friend, @ one point I was hot (cause I was drinking) & i took off my shirt in the restaurant; that was odd. I sat there for a good long time it seemed, then i got chilly so I put it back on again. I don't know how to explain anything anymore. i am just stumbling through life, which is fine. I know I love you & I know we'd be happy. I'm not going anywhere, yet...
seen this way @ 9:30 AM EST by Sean
