Bar Craziness

I'm at a bar. I believe it's a combination between Suburban Tap and Jocks and Jills. All the waitresses know me there and stop by to say hello from time to time. For some reason I order quite a bit of food while I'm there. Like 3 appetizers, a main course, and dessert (ice cream, I believe). I'm there for a long time. I get the feeling I arrived fairly early and have been hanging out there all day. I mention to one of the waitresses about the poetry I've written and she convinces me that I need to do a reading the next night. Interestingly enough, it has actually been planned for awhile and they've been advertising for my poetry reading. I'm stuffed and the appetizers arrive. They arrive late because there was some confusion in the kitchen. Not sure what that was all about. So there I am sitting at this table with all these appetizers and I have no desire to eat any of it. A few waitresses come over and sit with me and I offer my appetizers to them. They are very enthusiastic about it and start eating. When my bill arrives it is for 94 dollars. Not a cheap dinner experience for one person. At this point Gordon enters the dream. Apparently he is ready to pay his bill as well. He complains about his 11 dollar bill being high and then I explain that I've got a 94 dollar bill. He is completely shocked. Poof! Gordon is gone from the dream again. Now apparently there was some band playing that evening...or they were setting up a stage late in the night. I don't really remember which. But anyway, I'm starting to have second thoughts about the poetry reading. I keep it to myself, though. When it's time to leave, I find myself with lots of things to carry out to my car. The waitresses have packaged up some food for me. I think it's cake. For some reason I have luggage with me now, so I ask if some of the waitresses can help me carry my stuff out to the car. They assist me and I head off for the night.

The next day I've decided there's no way I'm going to do that poetry reading. I decide it's best if I just avoid the place altogether. I think I miss the time of the reading, but I decide I'll go into the place anyway. I'm sitting in a booth nervous that someone will ask me to perform the poetry or complain that I missed the time. Eventually I get a "fuck it" attitude and figure that I'll just tell them I didn't want to do it and leave it at that. That's about all I remember from the dream.