A Dream

Last night I dreamt I was on a cooking show. Glen Hansard was my co-host, and he was as lovely and gruff as one would expect. We made spaghetti a la Glen (with Irish Meatballs, whatever those are) and we had great banter. Between our laughing and helpful hints for the kitchen, our audience learned about how Glen and I both prefer Teller over Penn, and where we think unicorns may have gone.