My best friend called me at 7:30 a.m. the day after the Bar to tell me that she was sorry.
And a little disconcerting.
After going over logistical details as to how I planned to get from Oakland back to her place, she finally leveled with me. She had a dream. In it, I showed up at her place and announced that I was engaged to a guy named Scott - a guy I had never even mentioned before. In her dream, she called me every name in the book. She could tell that was being irrational and over-the-top, but she couldn't stop herself. And so - even though she knew none of that had *actually* happened - she felt guilty, and needed to apologize. In turn, I promised that I would never get engaged to a guy named Scott. And then, of course, I asked the $64,000 question:
"So, uh, was he cute?"