My friend, Sarah, was telling me about how she’d gotten a job assisting Dave Grohl with an event, and how she simply did not have the time for it.
I had a hard time believing she wasn’t super pumped, not just about working with Dave (who is apparently a super nice guy), but to help the charity the event was supporting. I don’t remember what the charity was because this was a dream and clearly not the focus of my first time Dave Grohl fantasy. Sorry, charities the Foo Fighters support, I was apparently being a bad listener during that part of the story.
“I’ll do it,” I interjected. “I’d love to work with him, and I have the next few weeks free…” I casually dropped while silently freaking out (in the dream) because apparently I have been nursing a hefty desire to be friends with Dave Grohl for many years. Who knew?
Sarah was super relieved and in a dream montage of some sort (I wonder if the song was Everlong) I met Dave, we laughed and ate ice cream, and did some activity which involved motorcycles and possibly a roadside tiki bar that may or may not have been on the beach in Hawaii. Apparently Dave and I were really hitting it off and this event was going to be off the chain (if that is still a saying).
On the night of the big event there were hundreds of people in various degrees of fancy and fashionable, and Dave and I gave each other the thumbs up through herds of humans drinking bright pink champagne. It was a success! We had really done, well, IT. You know, whatever the heck we were there to do. Hurray US!
As we walked through the venue, putting chairs on tables like we were in kindergarten, we laughed and chatted about how great it all was. I don’t actually remember what we said because, well, I was asleep.
Then I walked Dave to his 1990’s Black Jeep Cherokee (probably not what he actually drives) and got into the passenger seat so he could drive me to my car, I’m guessing. Before I knew it we were making out and just as I was starting to say, “Dave, I’m, well, you're…” flashbulbs were popping. Oh no! Paparazzi!
I ducked and covered my face and he stepped out to talk kindly with them and ask them to go away. As they retreated, he peeked into the car and said “Don’t worry, they don’t know who you are and these photos are unusable.”
“Yes I do know! Her name is on the program as a producer!” he ran away, I’m assuming he knew I was going to kick his ass if I caught him.
Dave sat down in the driver’s seat. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, you just look so beautiful tonight.” Swoon.
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Ugh, time to get up.
Laters, Dave, it’s been real. Can we hang out in real life, please? I hate to admit it, but I’ve really missed you all day. Let’s grab a Mai Tai, K?