Spanky's Place

After dinner, Bill & I retired to my office, where he helped me set up a KVM. While this doesn't sound that odd, the KVM itself was a little weird. Instead of just a keyboard, mouse, & monitor connection, it also came with a PCI card and an odd cable (similar to the kind you use to dump pictures from a digital camera to a laptop). The PCI card was supposed to go into the "master" computer, and the cable would connect it to the KVM. This didn't make any sense to me, as I couldn't understand why the card was needed in the first place. While Bill was attempting to explain how it worked, the doorbell rang.

We answered it, and lo and behold, it was John Vaughn, wearing a Miami Dolphins knit cap. "This is odd", I thought to myself, and then remembered that I was dreaming, and stopped worrying about it.

I introduced John to Tanya & the kids (everybody already seemed to know Bill), and then Bill & I went back to figure out the darn KVM. "Don't worry about it" John said, which seemed pretty sensible to me, So I gave up and went to bed.

While I was sleeping, I had another dream (how many have you ever dreamed that you're dreaming), but I don't remember it. I just remember dreaming that I dreamed. When I woke up, it was morning.

I got up and wandered into the living room. John (still wearing the cap) was sitting in my chair, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the morning paper. I don't take the paper, so I was a little curious as to where he had gotten it. The couch where Bill slept still had the blankets & such, but Bill was nowhere to be seen. John told me he was in the shower, where he had been for the last 45 minutes.

As I was getting a cup of coffee, I realized that we had not prepared any place for John to sleep. He spent the entire night sitting patiently in my chair. Then my daughter (who had climbed into bed between me and my wife sometime during the night) elbowed me in the ribs and I woke up.

So, to John: I'm sorry that I dreamed I was a terrible host and didn't offer you any decent bedding. To Bill: Get the hell out of the shower before you use up all the hot water!