Dreamscape

Joe and I headed to Chicago to audition for a production of Uncle Vanya that one of the Lansing directors was putting on. The auditions were held in a huge old school building--brick, five stories, lots of lockers and industrial windows. We both read really well, and afterwards decided to head down the street, find a bar, and have a quick drink to celebrate. We stumbled upon a Ruth's Chris Steakhouse, paid $1.30 for the cover, and sat at the bar. It was a strange bar for a couple of reasons: first, it really looked like the back patio area at a local GR brewery converted into a tiki lounge; second, President Obama was sitting at the bar next to us and struck up a conversation. He was waiting for his Secret Service detail to arrive so he could sit down and have a quiet dinner.

I've been dreaming really vividly for the last few months, but this one's stuck in my head. Hmm.