I recently received a birthday wish from my cousin, Tickwump, that hoped my wildest dreams would come true. I had prepped myself for the day with no expectations. It was definitely being aggressively self-protective. No expectations no disappointments right?
This very same cousin, I once chuckled at when he said that his girlfriend gave him a BJ once a year on his special day. This cousin reminded me that maybe I was setting my standards lower than the curb of self-loathing.
So what are my wildest dreams? Hmmmmm. I immediately drew a co-dependent blank but felt it was important to try. Now, most of these would require a time machine but I'll give it a stab.
1. Ronnie Wood gets sick and I have to fill in for him with the Ronnie Laine version of The Faces. I might have picked the Stones but I would be too in awe of Keef on stage. That would be funky fun.
2. I join Humble Pie for a night. I could seriously wail on lead with that band.
3. Take a bath with Jayne Mansfield- probably self-explanatory and I'd want more than a BJ
4. Whipped by Bettie Page- I was a bad boy!!!
5. Party with the Four Horsemen. I'd be the fourth guy with Tully, Arn, and Ric.
6. Deliver Stone Cold Stunners or Diamond Cutters to all the co-workers i ever disliked.
7. Eat a meal cooked by Granny Burch. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes and a strawberry cake with Folgers coffee in a percolator.
8. Mom's ribs with Granny Bates Chocolate pie
9. See Mott the Hoople on Broadway in 1974. I'm just a Marionette
10. See Suede live- might be possible with some planning.
Anyway.....better than nuttin. Right?