of Chevy Chase and dreams

The other night at my friend's party I drank an entire bottle of wine by myself. Obsessed girlfriend insisted we spend a certain (large) portion of the evening feeding her obsession (thus the wine for me as a coping mechanism and to amuse myself). Stayed up until 4am discussing the sore points of my relationship with my spouse-of which there seemed to be many. Slept poorly for 4 hours and woke up with a song in my head.
My life is so dull that this is all I have to say today: it was a fun night but I could've done without the obsession, which I find amusing but not obsession worthy. This is how obsessions with some people (ok, me) start. You have an erotic dream involving someone with whom you would not otherwise consider having carnal relations with. Of course, the dream sex is well, dreamy and for a few weeks after you wake up you see that person suddenly as someone with whom you have a secret intimate connection and remembering how hot your dream was, you start to think about sex with them in real life. Because your real life sex is definitely not as hot as your dream sex, you start to think that maybe if you were to have real life sex with this person, then it would most assuredly be very hot, just like it was in your dream and all of your life's problems would be solved by the very act of getting it on with this person. It doesn't always work though. I had a dream in which George Strombo...from The Hour and I got it on after he made me espresso because I shovelled the driveway and I do admit that every time I watch his show I do picture him and I making out on the kitchen table. However, I also had a dream once that I screwed Chevy Chase in the woods behind the cottage. Fortunately for everyone I know and love, including myself, that dream didn't stick.