Boston Adventures
One girl's quirky adventures in this shitty town.
Sunday, November 20, 2005 :::
Dream a little dream of me!
Do your remember your dreams? I do. I remember most of the details of them also. My dreams are very vivid like movies but they don’t always make sense. I have had this dream before but it was slightly different and less complicated last time and it starred Silkk the Shocker. This time it stars Jay-Z and Questlove.
Ajay and I were in California visting my family . We were staying in a pretty nice hotel. I went out for brunch with my mother in the morning. When I arrived back at the hotel I suggested that he and I go out and sight see because he has never been to California. He then tells me that we can’t because he let my ghetto ass cousin borrow our rental car. I am heated so I go to the main floor of the hotel to let out some steam. I find this room and it is empty and I stand in it for just a second. I turn around I see Fat Joe walking towards me in that hideous blue fur coat. I’m wondering what’s going on. I say what’s up to him and continue to mind my own business. Then I run into Jay-Z. I let him know that I think he has a good flow but that in general I don’t really like his music. So he confides in me that he really doesn’t like his music and he does it just for the money. We begin chatting and what not and we really start to vibe. So we chill and I tell him my problems then we end up having some off the hook sex. Then I go to find my boyfriend and I introduce him to Jay-Z. We all start hanging out but we don’t tell him that we fucked. Why would me do that? Just act like nothing happened. Later we go back to the lobby and in that room I was in before there are people setting up for some sort of practice session. Jay introduces me to Questlove of the Roots and he says, “ I heard about you. I heard that you can sing and play the acoustic guitar.” I tell him he must be mistaken but he is sure it is me. He demands that I play at their benefit gig that night. I try to get out of it but he won’t let me (I was too afraid of the fro to decline!). I go to the gig and they are setting up and staging our places. I am still wondering why he hasn’t asked me to play or sing just so I could practice or something. Our opening act was a group of classical cellist and violinist. I go up to the group telling them how I used play the violin and the cello and I how I hate myself for not continuing in it (this is very true). I start crying and beg that they give me lessons. Meanwhile I have forgotten that I am supposed to perform. I am backstage trying to hide from Quest (pause).
