
Anway, the reason I had this dream will become apparent soon.
Yesterday (Sunday) I slept in until almost 10:00. Shortly after I woke up Brandy called me and we talked for about 45 minutes, which was very nice. I washed some dishes and cleaned the house some before practice, during which we spent all but one hour trying to think of the logistics of our upcoming super-secret 76th Fools Play Format. It's complicated, and it is WAY different from anything else Fools Play does. WAY.
After practice I washed another load of dishes and then drove up to Mark & Viki's to pick Carrie up there, home from Tucson. We drove back home and on the way remarked how we were both famished; I was especially so, seeing as all I'd eaten all day was a bowl of cereal and a Babybell cheese, and a couple of peanut butter crackers.
I would have eaten more, but Geoff rolled two critical failures when trying to order pizza. See, he got to practice about 10-15 minutes early, and was starving. He thought he'd order pizza. But the first time he called they put him on hold, and then instead of switching back to him they simply hung up on him. Then he tried again about 15 minutes later and successfully connected to someone, but when he gave them my address they said that they don't deliver there, even though I've ordered pizza from them about a dozen times before. So Geoff just gave up and we didn't get pizza during practice.
But when I brought Carrie back to the house and dropped off the luggage, we went to drive to get something to eat. I then remembered that it was Superbowl Sunday (which probably had something to do with the pizza people being so futzed up), and the only places we really wanted to go also had televisions in them. We didn't want to be exposed to that so we came back home and I successfully ordered pizzas from the same people who said earlier in the day that they wouldn't deliver to my address. Huh. Imagine that.
We ate pizza and watched Jay & Silent Bob do Degrassi, which is why later that night I had a dream about making out with Caitlin Ryan.

Hey, Mr. Smith! Get your grubby mitts offa my girlfriend!