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I had about five or six mini-dreams on Saturday night after the wine tasting, but I only remember two. Both of which starred famous cute boys:

DREAM #1- Adam, who is drunk, is making fun of me because I have Robert Downey Jr. in my phone contacts and the picture is of him as Iron Man. Adam’s laughing and asking who that contact “really is.” I get totally pissed and insist that I know Robert Downey Jr., and I call him to prove it. Robert answers the phone and is all “oh hey Jenny, what’s up?” and I’m like “oh, nothing, just calling to say hi and see what’s up.” Sam and Jen are over, and I have Robert on speaker phone so they totally believe me when they hear his voice. Then Robert is all “how’s Adam? What are you guys up to this weekend? If you’re doing anything fun let me know!” and I’m all “we’re always doing fun stuff, and I think I want to introduce you to my friend Jen you’d love her.”

So, how totally married are you when you’re having dreams about sexy-as-hell movie stars and HOOKING THEM UP WITH YOUR FRIENDS?

DREAM #2- I’m late for my friend Angie’s BBQ because I’m trying to back a trailer into my driveway and I suck at it. By the time I get to Angie’s, everyone has moved inside so I have to knock on the door instead of just head out to the backyard. Anyway, once I’m inside I realize there are like 100 people there, and in every room people are playing different games. So I (of course?) head to the kitchen, where I find my friend Luke from college slicing pickles and Jim from The Office, who is actually JIM, and not John Krasinski. Jim and I start talking and he’s like, “well what game to you want to play?”. So I think about it and decide we should play Asshole, but then we can’t find any cards so we just make fun of Luke for 5 minutes and it’s like we’re best friends.

Then I woke up. ‘The hell?

And that is why drunk dreams are the best. I never dream about celebrities when I’m sober!