In our house, we take dreams seriously. Last night, I came home late and my partner in crime and life, whom I lovingly call El Cap because he hates it when I use his real name, he's a boat captain and we both love the restaurant, had already headed to bed. I'd had a long day, so I poured myself a tumbler of Bombay Sapphire, grabbed a piece of string cheese and worked on a puzzle, because puzzles never make dumb-ass statements about the second amendment or troll you on social media, and some days, they're as close as I like to get to humanity. When I did head to bed, El Cap rolled over, put his hand on my shoulder, and lovingly whispered, "I love what you did with the mailbox."
It'd been a long day. I had to stop and think: Did I do something with the mailbox? Had I finally had that psychotic break and, if so, why would I start making home improvements post-break? How much had I had to drink, anyway?
"What did I do with the mailbox?"
Long pause. "Ah, hell, it was a dream. You embedded the mailbox in the fence."
And like that, he went back to dreamland where, apparently, we have a fence at our curb and I'm brilliant.
It's been worse. A few years ago I woke him up to yell at him, then refused to speak to him all day because he dream-cheated on me with a woman named Lorraine, who existed only in that one dream.
She was a real bitch, too.
Without further ado, have some weekend adventures:
Art Pulse gallery opening at Pinellas Ale Works. Craft. Beer. Art. 'Nuff said.
Rocket Science at Silver Meteor in Ybor. Astronauts teaching troubled youth.
Sunshine Beach book signing, book launch party and sunset with Wendy Wax.
Youth Gone Wild at the Leepa-Rattner museum. I mean, c'mon – what other art exhibit has pinball machines you can play
Replay Amusements has pinball machines and arcade games — 100 in all. I'll be there Friday night to find out if I can finally beat my old high score on Ms. Pac Man.
Light in the Piazza at freeFall promises singing and such, as musicals tend to do. I heart freeFall, so I have high hopes.
4×62 at the CL Space. My friend and former dog nanny (RIP Madison) Derek is one of the artists, and even though I had to find out through Facebook (dude, I work right here!) I still love him and want you to go see what he can do in 24 hours. Oh, and the other artists, too.
Just keep swimming… if you're a dog, that is. Bring doggie donations and let your furry friend take a cool dip.
Interactive Monty Python. There's no way you're not doing this, OK?
St. Pete Pride. It's more than a parade, especially this year. The city has variable traffic signs posted near Grand Central reminding us to say something if we see something (thank you, Chief Holloway). I'll start: Don't be afraid to show your pride, today, tomorrow or ever. There's more of us than there are them.
And on that note, a huge shout out to SPPD, who will no doubt be more nervous than a liberal journalist at a Trump rally this weekend. Stay safe, guys.
This article appears in Jun 23-30, 2016.