I have really weird dreams.
Last night, I dreamed I was in Los Angeles because I was playing on Roberto Cavalli's softball team. We were playing against the Chanel team for the championship. We won in an exciting, clash of skills, a real nail-biter until the bitter end. Then Kelly blogged about our victory. Our softball team/fashion entourage was staying at a fancy hotel casino, rather like one you would expect to see in Vegas. Unlike most hotel casinos, however, in order to travel to other parts of the hotel, (the pool, the bar, etc.) you were required to crawl through human size hamster tunnels. While crawling through these tunnels, (before sliding down to the pool area) I ran into Spencer from The Hills. He was a tool. Then I went swimming.
The End
