I, too, had weird dreams all the livelong night. First, I was backstage at LACC and The Brain was having a closing night - the house was half-full of very vocal fans of the show, screaming and cheering. There were a few people I knew backstage, but most I didn't. We were trying to figure out where to go eat after the show, and I suggested the Kansas City Barbecue. We went there and the food was terrible - the sauce wasn't good, my brisket sandwich was chicken, the ribs were the wrong kind and it was all very annoying. Then, the next day I went back and told the manager, and he said it was the night crew and he'd have to do something about it. He already seemed to have a to go order ready for me, and he offered to give me the $76 back for the previous evening's check. When he handed me the cash I said there was no need to do so, but he insisted. I added the cash and it came out to $26 but I didn't say anything. Then I went home, where I had a surprise visitor, someone I haven't seen in close to twenty-five years. She was asleep on a cot in the hallway. Then Juliana Hansen came for her visit, and we had to whisper, and then the visitor woke up and then we were suddenly in some hotel - too weird.
