Cheap Dreams (Are Made of These) ——– by Steve Nadis
For years, I’ve heard my friends talking about their trips to Tuscany and about all the marvelous things they ingested and imbibed during their seemingly nonstop food orgies. I backpacked through Italy a few times in my teens but, like most youths on the $5-a-day regimen, I skipped restaurants in favor of bread, cheese, and the occasional a piece of fruit. And since then, of course, Italy has become much more expensive than it used to be.
Well, after all these years, I finally made it back to Tuscany last night. In my dreams. What a disappointment that proved to be. I can’t even dream right. it seems. Instead of feasting, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to afford the sure-to-be considerable bills and would, instead, ruin everyone’s trip with my budgetary concerns. To paraphrase Annie Lennox: “Cheap Dreams (Are Made of These).”
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05:55:14
Your sleep mode isn’t reaching deep-sleep, champagne-n-caviar-dreams zone. You’re still awake on some level and that is why you worry about the bill and reality check stuff. I hate it when I can’t get a good night’s dream too.
You’re right FW. My “dreams” barely qualify as dreams.
Hey Snake! I’m back. Thanks for visiting me. Next time you decide to dream, let me know and I’ll send you a suitcase full of money so you can really enjoy it.
Thanks Windfall–I’m already dreaming about that suitcase!
I believe the second line of the song was:
“all I had was bread and cheese (and the occasional piece of fruit).”
Nicely turned, TB. Nicely turned.