I enjoyed a wonderful dinner with President-Elect Barack Obama last night. Yes, you read correctly....I had dinner with Obama. We met on the south side of Chicago in a cozy little restaurant. We sat in a booth near the back. Barack was just as charming as I thought he would be. We talked about all kinds of things...the economy, Michelle and the girls...art blogs. I told him I couldn't wait to post about our dinner this morning.
Near the end of the night the waiter brought over some sort of flaming dessert. I think it may have been bananas foster. A spark leaped over from it to Barack's collar, catching it on fire. He didn't notice, but I did. I alerted him before it was too late. In essence, I saved our future president. I'm a hero.
Too bad it was only in my dream. Instead of waking up a hero, I woke up to oatmeal and a very quiet North Carolina morning. I guess that's not too bad either.