So remember when I met the Yarn Harlot and totally froze into a quivering mass nervousness with an apparent stutter?
Yesterday I was reading Renée’s blog about how she went to see the Yarn Harlot and I think that probably sparked this dream:
I am with someone (male I think) on a packed Greyhound bus and we are sitting at a table because this Greyhound bus? It’s also a full service gourmet restaurant. (Shut up, its my subconscious). And we’re sipping wine and laughing and I look over and Stephanie and her husband are right there eating at the table next to us. Needless to say, quarters are tight (it is still a bus after all) and we start joking about things and next thing I know I’m whipping a sock out of my purse (oddly it is the blue one I was knitting when she came to Ottawa – the one I frogged for the 15th millionth time and haven’t had the nerve to cast on again) and she looks all impressed. And then I realize there are 5 or 6 Ottawa knitting meetup folks on the bus too and Lissa is in this incredible gothic looking wedding dress. The bus drops Lissa off in a parking lot and we all applaud as she gets off the bus (alone) and heads off towards a strip mall.
And then the alarm went off…thank god.