Weird dream
I dreamt I was attending an F1 race somewhere.
Before the race, I was at some hotel attending some publicity shit that the teams do.
This is in the main lobby btw.
First thing, I went up to Mika Hakkinen, who was sitting in the old McLaren MP4/13. Apparently I had driven the latest McLaren car, and he asked me how I liked it. I gave him some technical feedback, but it was mostly bullshit.
Next, I went to chat with Michael Schumacher in the latest McLaren car. Schumi tells me to go down the hall from my hotel room, because they are unveiling the new Renault car there.
So I go up to my floor, go down the hall, and into a clearing. There sits the brand new Renault F1 car, but it is taped off. Good thing I have a Media badge with me, but I am only armed with my point-and-shoot Canon SD1000.
Next thing I know, I spot my real dad, his wife, and my little sister there. My dad has a ballin' old school SLR, and he's snapping away. So he tells me to go take my sister and have some fun.
So I take my little sister, sneak under the the taped blockade and take like one picture of the Renault.
Meanwhile Alec Baldwin is sitting at a candlelit picnic table behind us, and he tells me "Wow man, I wish I could be baller like you."
So I hoist my little sister on my shoulders and start horsing around. We spot a ferris wheel inside the hotel (must've been a crazy large area inside). We go up to the ferris wheel and the guy at the front says it's $8.37 for two tickets. I fumble with my wallet for a bit and fish out a $7 bill and a $2 bill.
We hop into one of the cars on the ferris wheel, which is another picnic table, but with the locking bar that goes in front of you. Here I am sitting across from my little sister.
The thing starts moving faster and faster, and I am still having trouble putting the change and shit back in my wallet. A $10 bill falls out and lands on a dude's head, but it knocks him down.
As the ferris wheel nears terminal velocity, I am yelling to the dude "HOLD ON TO MY TEN BUCKS, PLEASE!" And both my sister and I are screaming because, well, it's a fucking picnic table on a ferris wheel.
Some other guy walks up and takes my $10, and I wake up.
Before the race, I was at some hotel attending some publicity shit that the teams do.
This is in the main lobby btw.
First thing, I went up to Mika Hakkinen, who was sitting in the old McLaren MP4/13. Apparently I had driven the latest McLaren car, and he asked me how I liked it. I gave him some technical feedback, but it was mostly bullshit.
Next, I went to chat with Michael Schumacher in the latest McLaren car. Schumi tells me to go down the hall from my hotel room, because they are unveiling the new Renault car there.
So I go up to my floor, go down the hall, and into a clearing. There sits the brand new Renault F1 car, but it is taped off. Good thing I have a Media badge with me, but I am only armed with my point-and-shoot Canon SD1000.
Next thing I know, I spot my real dad, his wife, and my little sister there. My dad has a ballin' old school SLR, and he's snapping away. So he tells me to go take my sister and have some fun.
So I take my little sister, sneak under the the taped blockade and take like one picture of the Renault.
Meanwhile Alec Baldwin is sitting at a candlelit picnic table behind us, and he tells me "Wow man, I wish I could be baller like you."
So I hoist my little sister on my shoulders and start horsing around. We spot a ferris wheel inside the hotel (must've been a crazy large area inside). We go up to the ferris wheel and the guy at the front says it's $8.37 for two tickets. I fumble with my wallet for a bit and fish out a $7 bill and a $2 bill.
We hop into one of the cars on the ferris wheel, which is another picnic table, but with the locking bar that goes in front of you. Here I am sitting across from my little sister.
The thing starts moving faster and faster, and I am still having trouble putting the change and shit back in my wallet. A $10 bill falls out and lands on a dude's head, but it knocks him down.
As the ferris wheel nears terminal velocity, I am yelling to the dude "HOLD ON TO MY TEN BUCKS, PLEASE!" And both my sister and I are screaming because, well, it's a fucking picnic table on a ferris wheel.
Some other guy walks up and takes my $10, and I wake up.
You know how I know you're gay?
You had a $2 bill.
:reechy:
You had a $2 bill.
:reechy:
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2015 Ford Mustang GT Fastback - Ingot Silver - 6M - Performance Package - Gibson Catback, JLT CAI, FR 47lb injectors, BAMA E85 tune, Eibach Sportline, BMR wheel hop kit, UPR oil separator, Steeda shifter bushing/bracket
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