This is what you get for not posting yesterday, self...
I had a dream I was in a band with Jack Black, Patrick Jayne from the Mentalist, and the taller guy from Last Flight of the Conchords, and we'd gone out partying the night before, only i had NO MEMORY of what had happened after my first drink. So i went back to the bar to investigate.
A picture of myself arm wrestling the two-headed bartender wearing a sombrero bought everything back. I'd been dragged upstairs after spilling a white russian on a Rabbi, and got interrogated and converted by the JEWISH MAFIA, who slapped a yamaka on my head and to perform a one-woman show of Fiddler On The Roof at my earliest convenience. On my way back downstairs, shaken and crying, i stumbled on an Indian (as in India) woman who said she was also Jewish and would get me off the hook with the Mafia if I could find another Jew in the bar.
Which somehow translated into me, running around a table chasing fahrbot with the tinfoil lid of a Pringles can, and I HAVE NEVER MET FAHRBOT BEFORE. So not only did we not know who we are while i was chasing her, i hadn't even known she was in SCOTLAND. Or BLOND. (I am sure she is NIETHER.)
Eventually we got in a fight over who would get to sleep with Michael Rosenbaum, WHO WAS ALSO IN THE BAND. And just as we were about to discover our sekrit LJ identities, Benton Fraser walked through the door, holding Ray's hand, wearing spurs.
And i woke up because that's just ridiculous.