À la recherche du rounge perdu

Roungers, today I’d like to tell you about a dream I had last night. I was late for my meeting to meet the President. And CEO. Of southeast Wisconsin's third largest distributor of Moustache and Earstache wax and styling products. But I didn’t want to leave the house until I found my lucky pen. I had spent the last 20 minutes looking in a plate of huevos rancheros and the July 1987 issue of Popular Mechanics, but to no avail. Then I realize it was in my travel sportcoat all along, which I was wearing- only in the right-hand pocket in lieu of the left-hand pocket. You see, I prefer to keep it in the left-hand pocket because I’m right-handed, and it’s easier to draw across the body when you need to quickly write something down. People don’t always appreciate the value of writing stuff down- nowadays, I mean, everybody assumes they can just make a note in their iPhone or something… but what happens when they accidentally walk into an electromagnet and wipe their memory? You know, I suppose a paper note could catch on fire too, but I’m pretty careful with those things. Normally.

Before long, I was driving southeast on W. North street in my 1979 Toyota Tercel. Thankfully the car has a roomy backseat because there were also two pandas in the car. Upon inquiry, I found out their names were Margo and Julie. I was a little unclear why they were in the car, but they seemed nice enough, so I didn’t ask them to leave. Actually, I was kind of surprised, because on the nature channel pandas always seem kind of snooty and aloof, but these two were pretty jovial- Margo was apparently a DJ on the weekends at this bar near my apartment and Julie was a college football fan. When we passed a park, they saw a couple of tall trees and convinced me to pull over so they could snag a few leaves. The sun was out, so it seemed like a good idea. I pull over, and we went over to the park to toss the frisbee around.

After an hour or so, I looked over, and noticed my car had been stolen. That was kind of a bummer. It could be expected though, considering I left it unlocked with the keys in the ignition. So I figured it was best if I grabbed a surfboard and surfed home. That, on the other hand, was way cooler than driving a car. On the way home, I stopped to pick up my dry-cleaning- 2 shirts and a pair of slacks. Cost me $13.50, and I think all I paid for was packaging- I walked out of there and there was enough plastic wrap and twist ties to build a sailboat. Or a catamaran out of a surfboard. Nice! So, with my clean slacks- why do they call them slacks, exactly- what are they slacking from? It seems to me these are some pretty hard-working pants, so anyway, I got on my surfboard-cum-catamaran, swung by Petsmart to check out Reptile month, and then headed home.

Eventually I got home, and was looking for something to do, so I poured myself a [drink of the week], and a bowl of Brazil nuts, and yes, I mean only Brazil nuts, because I buy them separate not as part of some alleged “mixed nuts” that actually contains very few Brazil nuts and mostly peanuts, and fired up the ol’ PC and spun over to this website- roungetable.blogspot.com

Oh, and then I woke up.