molly, i dreamed about you last night. somehow we got our kids sitters and went together to see a documentary about miro's life, that was airing at this wine-making college. the movie talked a lot about his early life, before he met you, and showed how he had adopted this little chocolate point siamese cat with one eye. i got really excited at that point and said, "molly, molly, that was OUR cat! that was bagheera!" and you patted my hand and said, "yes, i know. the cat got lost during one of miro's moves and you guys found him and took him in. i've know it all along." and i was just stunned that we'd had this connection pre-LJ, however loose it was.

then the movie was over and we were leaving and you were giving me a ride in your car. it was parked next to this hotrod and the hotrod was parked so close that i couldn't open the passenger side door. a guy got into it and sped off, peeling his tires really obnoxiously. he then tore around the parking lot a couple times doing donuts and leaving skid marks. finally he pulled up to where we were again and got out. "i'm thinking i might buy this car but i think the guy selling it is overcharging. what do you think?" he asked us. you just shook your head and said, "i think you're a major fucking douchebag, is what i think." i started laughing so hard i woke myself up.