kate hepburn in a cafe

i am supposed to be meeting katherine hepburn, a friend, after work. it is evening, and i am driving in what looks like south central austin. i go to a small cafe and ask the woman working there if she is there– but she has another name i am supposed to remember but can’t. i just refer to her as katherine hepburn.

 

the woman mumbles something intellible, which i believe to mean something like she is already there waiting for me. but it sounded like ‘just follow your hand’. the woman disappears behind a wall which is hiding the rest of the cafe. i folow her and she is lying down on a sofa with another person near by, and she is apparently crippled in some manner.

i ask her ‘follow my own hand?’ she agrees. so i turn the corner and lisa is sitting with 2 other females, and lisa is supposed to be the katherine hepburn i was meeting. i move some candles and other stuff from the spot on the table where i will be sitting. lisa tells me i missed their designing of the cockroach. i see some large drawings of a roach. i sy, thats too bad, i love roaches. and then i realize i don’t, so i amend the statement by adding how i love how they frighten the living daylights out of me.

the ladies seem to be doing little games. suddenly one yells, ‘mad libs!’ and everyone is handed a giant madlib pad. they begin asking lisa for madlib words because she is so clever and witty.

i realize that i have just taken the GREs. my score is 50 pts beyond what is required for the school i want to go to. this means i aced the verbals and did exceptionally (surprisingly) well on the math.

earlier in the night i spent some intimate time with my animus. no memories other than the comfort and intimacy feeling.

~ by alchemivida on May 11, 2008.