Meeting Steph
Last night I dreamed that I met Steph.
TRUE STORY!
I’ve had a booking at Sydney’s hottest sushi joint, Sushi-E, for a few days now and tonight was the big night.
In my dream I had finished having dinner and retired to Establishment, which is downstairs from the restaurant. For some reason I thought that Steph would be here with her friends. I would descend the staircase and hear a girl say, “well it’s time for you to break that MFZ, Miss [insert Steph's last name]”.
I would go to the girl she was speaking to and say, “Steph?”
And she would be all surprised.
I would act like a cunt and be all “I’ll tell you who I am if you stay and have a drink.”
And she’d stay and I’d buy her a vodka and lime and my friend would chat to her friends, wondering how we knew each other, and we would sit off to the side, chatting.
She’d threaten to leave a few times, but I’d keep her there with little hints about who I am.
“Don’t you want to know who I am before you go? You’ll never find out if you run…”
And I wouldn’t tell her. Instead I’d take a picture of her holding up her hand with my mobile and I’d post it on my blog with the eyes blacked out.
And then she’d know.
TRUE STORY!
I’ve had a booking at Sydney’s hottest sushi joint, Sushi-E, for a few days now and tonight was the big night.
In my dream I had finished having dinner and retired to Establishment, which is downstairs from the restaurant. For some reason I thought that Steph would be here with her friends. I would descend the staircase and hear a girl say, “well it’s time for you to break that MFZ, Miss [insert Steph's last name]”.
I would go to the girl she was speaking to and say, “Steph?”
And she would be all surprised.
I would act like a cunt and be all “I’ll tell you who I am if you stay and have a drink.”
And she’d stay and I’d buy her a vodka and lime and my friend would chat to her friends, wondering how we knew each other, and we would sit off to the side, chatting.
She’d threaten to leave a few times, but I’d keep her there with little hints about who I am.
“Don’t you want to know who I am before you go? You’ll never find out if you run…”
And I wouldn’t tell her. Instead I’d take a picture of her holding up her hand with my mobile and I’d post it on my blog with the eyes blacked out.
And then she’d know.
posted by Ben at 7:51 AM
7 Comments:
That'd really show her wouldn't it.
HA! Be we did meet. We're engaged REMEMBER????
God you're hopeless.
I guess, Sam.
Steph, I never said it was true. That's just what happened in my dream... I'm still very aware of the sparkle I put on your finger.
Whoa!! When's the wedding?!?!?
*shrugs*
Hadn't thought about it. (ie not saying because you cannot come)
Thats sooo romantic.
Yea I'm pretty great with ladies.
That's why I've already been married like three or four times.
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