September 20th, 2006 by GoldenAppleCorp
I had a dream last night.
I was over at a really nice, big house somewhere in Oak Ridge. I was either dropping or picking up my eldest. The woman of the house was one of those perfect types: well-coiffed, well-dressed, baking some sort of cake, sipping on a latte and generally being of a snooty nature.
After I’d been there a while, she said that she thought I was finally ready to be brought into the Oak Ridge fold. I was ecstatic! Yay! I’m finally good enough for Oak Ridgers!
AT and I came over the next day and there were a ton of other couples, all similar to the original perfect housewife. It was our debutante ball, apparently. We were paraded around, from rich couple to rich couple and introduced. I think at one point I made a toast to Oak Ridge with my coffee mug.
Someone asked me if I had a Cadillac, what color would I pick? The choices were cream, brown, pink and seafoam green. I went with the green. That was the wrong answer. Then AT said some things that ought not be said in front of people that snobby, and we were told to leave.
*Sigh*Â We’ll never fit in…
September 20th, 2006 at 9:31 am
GAC, one of these days I’d like to meet your subconcious…
September 20th, 2006 at 9:52 am
I think I’ll have some very angry dreams tonight…
September 20th, 2006 at 10:04 am
Settle down, Beavis…
September 20th, 2006 at 12:50 pm
I guess I don’t know what your subconscious is looking for. You spent Sunday afternoon with some native locals. It appeared to me that you were certainly “good enough for Oak Ridgers!”
Or are you saying that we weren’t the “well-coiffed, well-dressed, baking some sort of cake, sipping on a latte and generally being of a snooty nature” type of Oak Ridgers that you want to be accepted by?
I was born here. You my dear GAC are every bit the “Oak Ridger” that I am. Tell your subconscious to take a break.
September 20th, 2006 at 1:44 pm
Um, yeah. What Daco said.
I think you dreamed you were in Chattanooga, where the standard is not how much money you have, but which mountain you live on, and for how many generations the money has been in the family.
My buddy Kahuna was raised here, but lived in Chatt for several years in a little bitty old house on Signal Mountain. Encountering a woman such as you described who said she lived “on the mountain,” he goaded her, “Which mountain? SAND Mountain?”
[Being from Chattanooga, AT will appreciate the humor of that particular insult.]
You fit right in her, GAC, and we’re really glad to have you.
September 20th, 2006 at 1:44 pm
… fit right in *here”… that is.
September 20th, 2006 at 3:15 pm
Boy, oh boy. Ain’t that the truth.
That said, don’t go doggin Chatt-town.
September 20th, 2006 at 4:46 pm
[…] Reading that article on top of GAC’s weird dream was a bit much. Now, I surely hope that GAC doesn’t find us snobby, given that we all had a good time hanging out on Daco’s porch the other day. We all like beer. We all like food. We all like kids. We all think education is important, and as best best I could tell, we all want something more for our children as we’ve achieved for ourselves. […]
September 21st, 2006 at 8:03 am
SAND mountain. Get it, AT? That’s good humor!
September 21st, 2006 at 8:53 am
Sand mountain…
No, I don’t get it.