The Story Thus Far...

I had an Orlando Bloom dream last night. Nothing in comparison to the Vince Vaughn sex dreams that I am prone to having, but I did get to meet him. He was in a little pub back in my home town and I walked in with some friends, and was like "Holy Sh*t, that's Orlando Bloom". Anyway, unlike the SDOS party last week were I could drum up nary a nerve to speak to my mini-Hugh Laurie, I marched right up to the adorable Metro and started chatting. He was super nice, very friendly and invited us all to have some drinks. Sigh, he was just like I knew he would be. There was nothing sexual about the dream, just a bunch of friends sitting around, boozing it up. Good times. Sufficed to say, that gave the old girl a bit of a bounce to her step this morning!

And then there's the weather. Crap, some people would say. Grey, dismal, rainy. I, however, am loving it. Reminds me of home. I like being reminded of home sometimes. It's also a nice break from the insanely hot heat wave that TO has been experiencing of late.

So where have we gotten to? Orlando dream, coolish weather... Ye Olde 168 Symington arrived just as I got to the stop, and a seat to boot. The TTC arrived just as I got to my little spot on the platform. Subway riders will totally be able to relate to knowing exactly where on the platform you need to get on to make your life easier when you get off. The Yonge/Bloor subway station is a son of a bitch at any time of day, but especially in the morning. Not being a fish lover, I certainly do not take well to being the one salmon swimming upstream in the face of the oncoming torrent of southbound commuters... Then the subway going north arrived once again just as I reached my desired platform location... again a seat... and then lo and behold, an adorable picture of Orlando in the newspaper. OK, so it was talking about him getting cozy with Jude Law's ex at some party... Like, whatever. She is like so, in, like, rebound mode... And who better to make Jude all pissy than another cute Metro. Orlando won't fall for it though. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

And what of my peeps? Hope y'all had a super morning too.


PS... just had word that the liquor store strike that was due to start tomorrow has been averted... Wow, could any more good things have happened this morning? A long weekend without some drinks on the patio would have been a long weekend... well... without any drinks on the patio.


mollyblogger said...

I'm loving this rain too!!!

Yesterday I found myself humming Garbage's 'I'm only happy when it rains...'

Kc said...

Overcast and rainy in DC too. And Orlando dreaming.

theGuywiththeHat said...

Liquor store strike? Whoa! I don't think that'd be leagal down here :)

Sounds like you are having a really good day! Keep up the good work :)

TheatreChick73 said...

The rain is glorious. Everything feels so much better, relaxed.

So glad to hear the liquor store strike will not come to be. I will be in TO soon and if I can't buy my honest to pete Labatts (not this watered down stuff I get here) I was gonna cry.

wee said...

I am happy to report on behalf of the folk here Van City that we DO NOT have any rain and we are uber excited about this. Bea, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day as much as you enjoyed your morning and might I suggest buying a lottery ticket!?

Beatrice Petty said...

lol... sadly my afternoon was midly hellish... who knew high-performance athletes could be such divas?

Sigh... I guess having a whole entire good day was just too much for the Universe to grant.

girl said...

I had a very nice dream about Ewan McGregor thank you very much. He was dressed in white and was tanned and fit yet spoke in an American accent. For the life of me I can't remember what the dream was about but I woke up smiling so that must account for something!

lornStar said...

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."²

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!