We went out tonight and it was funny in that I could tell you what we did tonight but in the narrative of someone telling you what their dream was, it just had this slight, slight tinge of unreality.
We went to see an art show where the Atomic Cafe used to be and they had combined the space to where Cafe Troy used to be, but it was all different – but it was those places. So we can’t find the art show, it is mostly empty, people are there, but we walk around and find a bar, a full bar in a new section of the building and there is the art on the wall but the lighting is dim and we see Glen Waggner’s paintings but he is not there. They are Day of the Dead surfer paintings.
So then we were across the street at the Japanese American museum, there were all these people out front and we walked in thinking that it might cost to get in or be a private party and we would be turned away but they just handed us an admission sticker to wear and walked in and there was all this food and we ate and went upstairs and saw an art show for Giant Robot magazine and then we walked through Little Tokyo outside and were talking to old friends and then the neighborhood had all changed, there were new buildings everywhere and more people than ever walked around downtown back in the day, and then we bumped into Rick Ankrom and Z and they had a friend they introduced and we all went to sushi and the portions were just outrageous and then we were walking, looking for our car
And then I woke up. Except that all really happened. I found the car and we drove home.