Pink Balloon Dress

It’s amazing what the brain is capable of doing. Just last night, I had a dream that I was wearing a wedding dress that had a menagerie of bubble gum-pink balloons attached to the train. It was at the mall.

I’ve never put a wedding dress on before, though I’m sure the feeling is amazing. I didn’t feel anything when I was wearing it in the dream, though I did feel self-conscious. At one point in the dream, I was walking down the aisle of the mall and there were people on all sides of me, telling me how awesome it was that I was wearing a gown in public.

My friend had a rude awakening this morning to a floor covered in laundry detergent; a whole bottle. She’s decided that, instead of cleaning it up she’ll throw a foam party. If I ever do get married, I want the reception to be a giant foam party where everyone has to wear skates.

But I wouldn’t wear a dress, my shoulders are too wide.

If I ever did wear a dress, it wouldn’t just have balloons in the back, it would be made of them. Each would be filled with confetti, so that when one pops it doesn’t seem like such a loss.

My dream ended with me eating a slice of pizza, then a librarian accidentally popped one of the balloons on my dress. I wasn’t sad.

I was too busy enjoying my pizza.

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It's so magical, it's gay.
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One Response to Pink Balloon Dress

  1. Jennifer says:

    Hi, I love you. Thanks for all the shoutouts and for cutting my face out of all your pictures.

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