A title couldn't do this story justice.

After I got off of work today, I decided to drive out to Tomball (about 10 minutes North of where Melissa and I live) to visit her at work before she got off work as well. I was a little hungry, as I had been at work from 11am-3pm and had not eaten anything over the course of the day. Kept it on the healthy side, as we have been dieting a little bit over the last month or so.

So Melissa gets off work, and asks me if I'd like to go grab a beer, to which I always reply "Of course!" We drive to our usual spot, Molly's Pub, which is about 2 minutes from where Melissa works and about 6 minutes from our apartment. We sit and play the video crack machines for a while, bullshit with a few of the patrons and employees (who all know us by our names, as we are pretty regular regulars) and have a few beers. It gets to be around 8pm, and Hell's Kitchen comes on, so we decided to stay and watch it at the bar, rather than hurry up and drive home, because we both needed to get a little food in our stomachs. We finished watching Hell's Kitchen and decided to drive home.

We got home around 9:15pm and plopped down on the couch. Melissa told me she wanted to take a little nap, so I used the situation to my advantage and played a few games of MLB2K7 (where the Astros reign supreme, of course). Around 11:30pm, I woke Melissa up and told her that we should both go to bed and get some sleep, as we both have to work in the morning. She acquiesces.

This is where my memory gets a little fuzzy. Chris (the bar manager) calls Melissa up around 12:15am and says "Hey, we have the Old '97s (a popular indiebilly band from around the area) playing here tonight! You have to come out!" I did kinda like one of their songs, so we said "eff it, why not?" So I drive back out to the bar for the second time that night. We arrived back at the bar and immediately ordered a pitcher of beer, and I began playing MLB2K7 up on the bar playstation. At this point, an older gentlemen wearing an off-colored peachy orange shirt came up to me and introduced himself as "Butch", the guitar player for the Old '97s. We sat and chatted for a little bit, while Melissa was busy playing the video crack and I told Butch that we would come watch a little of the set.

The time started to wind-down to about 1:50am or so and I was feeling rather smashed. Melissa informs me that I had begun to start ordering water after water complaining that I was extremely thirsty. It was at this point Butch returns to where we are sitting and says, "We have an open seat for you right down in front, if you'd like to come watch for the last few songs!", so Melissa and I grabbed our respective pitchers of beer, and headed towards the stage. The Lead singer yells to me on the mic "Hey Kid! You smoke?" I nodded in response and held up my pack of cigarettes and yelled back, "Yeah, we'll sit towards the back so the smoke doesn't bother your voice!"

We sit down and the band launches into an acoustic version of "Time Bomb", the song I do happen to recognize. As soon as the song is over, Butch comes over to where Melissa and I are sitting and says "You have to tell me your Woman's name, we're going to sing a song for her."

I reply, "It's Melissa."

"You aren't being specific enough, I need a full name!"

"Okay... Melissa Ann Seymour!"

"Okay, I already have the song in mind!" he laughs as he walks back to the stage.

The band launches into this ridiculous improved song that had lyrics that rhymed with Seymour, "I wish I could be more, Wouldn't have to pee more, etc.." We had a great laugh at Melissa's expense, and she informed me it was closing time and we had to go, as we both had to work in the morning.

Around 3am, I woke up thirsty again, a little fuzzy, and walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink, as I was STILL very very thirsty. I saw a bottle of Dr. Pepper in the fridge (which I haven't drank in weeks due to aforementioned diet) and quickly slammed it down thinking to myself, "How in the hell did we get home last night?"

As I'm walking back to the bedroom, Melissa calls out "Baby are you okay?" as she usually does if I wake up in the middle of the night. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just needed something to drink. By the way, how did we..."

And then I realized something. I couldn't remember the point from which we had left the bar the second time to getting home, and the details of the night were really drunken hazy anyway. I had to think about it for a second and began to explain my conundrum to Melissa, when I had finally come to understand what had happened.

I had just had the most awesomely vivid dream of my entire life. We had actually gone to bed at 11:30pm that night. I had dreamed the WHOLE thing. And I didn't realize it was a dream until about 4 or 5 minutes AFTER I had woken up and tried to explain myself to Melissa.

After I told her the story, I said, I have to write this down. This would make a pretty interesting blog. So here I am, finishing this up at 3:38am, right before I go jump back in bed to sleep for another few hours before I have to work.

Man. I am a party animal in my sleep.