wacko dream
I was with two of my girlfriends in a really posh house, and we were sitting on squishy blue couches close to some glass doors leading outside I think, and the John Butler Trio was playing behind them, and everyone was ignoring them, but still making it impossible for us obsessed fans to get closer. Then all of a sudden it was over and everyone had pissed off except John Butler and I, except it wasn’t actually him, it was the lead singer of another band I’m particularly obsessed with starting with The and ending with Basics. He sat next to me and gave me a bottle of really expensive champagne that someone had given him, but didn’t have any glasses, so I went to get some and when I came back he started talking about how he grew up in Monbulk, (?!) and then his hippy-go-free-free theories on life, and I taught him how to drink champagne properly and managed to come up with many witty comments about god knows what, and we TOTALLY BONDED. And then we behaved like bunnies. It was awesome. Except for the part at the end where he said, ‘I think I forgot to put the washing on the line.’
