Creeping Through The Cellar Door (none_too_subtle) wrote,
Creeping Through The Cellar Door
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BAHAHAH...Jon Bongiovi?!



I worked in this HUGE building downtown where if you got off an elevator on the wrong floor, you might be wandering around corporate hell for days lost, without food or a change of clothes.

I'm working for a magazine in the same building. Our legal counsel occupied several of these floors; an ivory tower firm. I flew up the elevator, not really paying attention to where I was going, but had to consult with one of our corporate attorneys on a situation that might be construed as liable.

Anyway, I was wearing these low-riding, khaki colored pants that hung even lower because I've lost a little more weight =/ I had on a mid shirt, so it looked quasa-normal, with a light sweater over it.

After I consulted with our attorney (this older guy with coke bottle glasses), I rounded the corner (it was a maze of cubes in that office) and saw a girlfriend of mine with a client who was obviously very upset. I stopped to say hi (or be nosy), and she told me that this girl's husband filed for divorce, and gave me this look, like HELP ME, and so I started railing against...well, men in general. The girl was then looking to me to devise some evil plan. It was suggested that I call him up and misrepresent, just to scare the hell out of him.

I decided not to, told her to calm down and that NO MAN was worth all OF THAT, and to get control of her life, etc. etc. etc. Not exactly what my friend wanted me to say (she wanted a huge court battle, but I didn't get it...yet).

As I was trying to make my way back, I came around another corner where another girlfriend worked. I just said "hi" since I was in a hurry to get back to the magazine, and BOOM.

I slammed smack into Jon Bongiovi. He was younger, had just cut his hair, and was talking to my friend. The girl came around the corner (it was, in fact, the girl he's been with since high school and still married to) and watched him. He started singing, and pulled me close. I had the distinct impression he was using me as a prop. I mean, the whole law firm started coming out to see who that was (he does have a good voice), and what was going on in their firm. When he was through singing, he whispered in my ear that he was definitely going through with the divorce, and that he'd meet me by the elevator.

I felt soOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo guilty.

So I decided to take a back way, to another elevator on the floor. I mistakenly went down to a first-floor food court area, which was classier than most, and there was a chocolate "showing" going on. These people were dressed formally, sampling all types of chocolate, things covered in chocolate, and even cake items with chocolate sprinkles/glaze. I'm trying to find an employee to ask how I get back UP to my magazine (since I never take lunch and didn't have a clue where I was), and snagged a few chocolate curls on my way.

And then I woke up.

It's one thing for me to have a nice lil moral fiber about some things in real life; but c'mon...in my dreams, can't I HAVE FUN JUST ONE TIMEEEEE? Heh.

And NOW, I'm going back to bed.
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