first let me say something, and then on to last night's dream

i didn't comment on game 2
but then i feel like i've set it up
to comment on each game, so i feel weird
so i will just say:
i appreciate the excellent pitching
much better when it's my team doing it
and A-Rod is still hitless
i never would have believed that

now, on to the dream

i was entered in some sort of competition
which i didn't really mean to be in
it was a competition to make pizza's
not like the most pizza's, but rather
like a quality thing
now, i have topped pizzas before
but i've never made crust
i wasn't too concerned about it because i didn't care
i hadn't even meant to enter, afterall, but then
people kept coming up to me and telling me
what big fans they were and how they had always
wanted to see me make pizza
and people i respected were looking at this to see
if they wanted me to work with them
so i started to freak a bit
but this really beautiful girl handed me a piece of paper
with a basic recipe for crust on it, like mimeographed
and i'm like: ok, i'm fine now, i just have to know the basic
chemistry of the gluten or whatever
and there were tables with jars of olive oil
that's how we chose our workstation, by the type of olive oil
and the beautiful girl, who i guess i knew, said:
come work with me there are two bottles here of _________
i can't remember the name, but it was the type i wanted
some very aromatic very green really beautiful olive oil
yes i'm an olive oil geek, there, it's out
but the station wasn't really big enough for two, and so
it was kinda disorganized
and there were two guys working at the station next to us
they were gay
and i was talking myself through what i was doing
which is not at all unusual for me
and they thought i was funny
so they were laughing
i was digging it
so i started
making
with
the
funny
and i was having so much fun that i completely forgot
that i was in this competition
started laughing so hard i was almost crying
and then i'm like:
oh fuck
where was that little piece of paper again
and i had to dig through a bunch of shit
and the beautiful girl said:
just ask me
it was so fun
i was so in the moment
i didn't care about the competition
or all the people watching me
and then i'm like:
oh shit, is this timed
and the beautiful girl said:
technically yes, but nobody knows how much time there is
so don't worry about it
and i didn't