I had a dream last night that a bunch of punks were in town. I'm not sure if it was Plan-It X fest or just some other gathering, but our house was full of guests. On the second to last day this guy who was staying with us asked if he could get my number so we could keep in touch. He had red hair and was really mild mannered. He told me to just get in touch with his publicist if I wanted to, but that turned me off. The name of his band was something like Chance or Change.
Later that evening all the kids were talking and having really great good-bye moments while I started to get ready for bed. Moved by everyone emotion the guy came up to me again and asked if I really wanted to go on a date with him. I thought it over and said yes. He then told me that his publicist was going to get in touch with me soon. I was getting annoyed with this publicist thing, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
The next day I was helping some kids find places in town. All the relevant punk businesses were on the same block and the block looked more like the French Quarter than Bloomington. There was a meeting going on at Boxcar Books so I took my charge over to Rhino's to get in line for the last show. I kept thinking about the red head and wondering if his publicist was going to get in touch with me.
I excused myself and decided to walk home, which was behind the "punk" block. The courtyard was full of people hanging out. My bed was outside and there was a note laying on top of it. As I approached I noticed Greg Clarke interviewing a woman who was making cute self-deprecating jokes about the note on my bed. Apparently it asked if I wanted to sing one song with the redhead before he left town. It was really charming, but I woke up before I could act on it.