it's either too little sleep or too much West Wing

Last night I dreamt that I was in college and I went to an outdoor movie, where I sat next to this very familiar cute-in-a-smart-nerdy-way guy that I had a crush on and we started talking and then we started making out. But I was embarassed to be making out in a public place, so we went to a cocktail party instead, which made perfect sense as he was wearing a suit and a tie and I was in a black skirt and sweater. But since we really wanted to be making out and not making small talk, we left the cocktail party, and I couldn't find my car and I was walking down the street wearing high heels and dragging a box of Luv's diapers and it started to rain. But I was really happy about the cute nerdy guy, even though he had disappeared.

Then he pulled up in his car; he had gone home and changed into a dry t-shirt and shorts and he offered to drive me back to my car, which was parked right outside the cocktail party. And he asked when my sister-in-law was getting into town and I told him that she was already here but that I wouldn't see her because they were all leaving for vacation and I wasn't going with them. And then we made out some more and he said I was cute and I wondered if I should tell him that I HATE it when people say I'm cute. But that seemed like a bad idea right then, when he was kissing me.

And then I realized that the nerdy guy was Bradley Whitford (who I really DO think is cute in a smart nerdy guy kind of way), and I started to wonder if I should tell him that I knew he was Misfit Hausfrau's ex-husband, and how I even knew that in the first place. And then I decided I probably shouldn't say anything because he would ask how I knew Hausfrau and I would have to admit that I had a blog and he might not want to make out with me any more.

And that was the end of the dream.