Tonight we had the UU Young Adult happy hour over at the World Cafe Live upstairs restaurant/bar. I scheduled it there because Eric Hutchinson, my very favorite new artist, was playing. I’m all about doubling up on fun stuff when the opportunity presents itself. I got there a little early, and entertained myself with a book and a beer at the bar. Evidently, that bar doubles as the defacto happy hour space for the employees of XPN for a bit, before (the) hoi polloi show up. I sat at the bar, between Kate Gaffney (who has a new cd coming out at the end of the month) and Roger LaMay (general manager of XPN) with a couple of female XPN-ers that I didn’t know. It was interesting to hear Roger talk so openly about the happenings of the station. He mentioned something that made me think that the All About the Music Festival’s move from Penn’s Landing to Wiggins Park wasn’t just about a better location, but also about the difficulties they had working with Penn’s Landing. They left after about fifteen minutes, and my eavesdropping opportunity was over. The happy hour was fun, and the show was terrific (I already wrote about it over at the Philly Metroblog).
So I was talking to my mom today as I walked across campus to pick up the mail, and she described the dream she had had the night before. She was standing between my dad and my sister, holding our family cat, Dinky. Dinky is gazing upwards, and pipes up with, “Ooo, look at all the angels!” My family is pretty darn shocked that Dinky is talking, and all look up, to see if they can see the angels. They aren’t visible to anyone but the cat, and so my sister leans in and whispers, “I don’t believe him.” Dinky gets huffy and offended, and my mother chimes in with an enthusiastic, “I believe you, Dinky!”
And that was the dream. My sister thinks it means that Dinky is going to die. My mom just thought it was cool, a spiritual cat. I haven’t heard what my dad’s verdict is, and I’m completely befuddled. Anyone care to venture an interpretation on that one?