“Oh, To See More of Morrissey”

        Imagine a day with Morrissey…wow! This man has
affected my life more than any other human being on
earth-including Jesus Christ (God), My family, and
women. Well, you get the picture; he’s very important
to me. Do I dare hope? In the movie ‘Shawshank
Redemption’, it was stated “Hope is a dangerous
thing…” Now, I’ve stood outside Morrissey’s home
wondering what it would be like to sit and have tea
with him, to just talk. I attend his concerts,
watching him so closely I forget to breathe. What
will it be like to spend an entire day with him? It
will be overwhelmingly divine, even, a dream come
true. I’ve dreamt so many times about this that it's
very vivid in my memory. (Cue the dream sequence
music…)
        At first glance, I’m sure my heart will throb as it
always does when I see Morrissey in the flesh. After
a brief hug and an introduction, I will escort him to
a very lush white BMW that I borrow from one of my
best friends. I will then open Morrissey’s door
and close it behind him (As if he were royalty, which
in my humble opinion, he is). This might sound like
we are going on a date, but nay, I am a heterosexual
(if I can be discribed as that, and I must say...)
so alas, it will NOT be a date.
        We will leave his house at approximately 7:10am. At
this point, we proceed to drive to Crystal Cove near
Laguna Beach. We will eat a vegetarian breakfast that
I prepare, while I am not a vegetarian, I'm always
respectful of the wishes of my guest. Breakfast will
consist mostly of croissants, fruits and juices
arranged in magnificent opulence. Morrissey & I will
talk and get to know each other, you know, break the
ice and what not. I will ask some burning questions
of him and if he chooses to divulge the answers, I
will NEVER TELL anyone what he said! As morning
passes, we pack up our little picnic/breakfast and off
we stride to an unknown offbeat coffeehouse in Los
Angeles. I will make sure that the coffeehouse serves
Morrissey’s specific brand of tea as well as a
surprise,
albiet a nightmare of a surprise,
but nevertheless which will have been made by prior
arrangement.
        At this time,
I will take a few sips of my tea and begin an impromptu performance
(the surprise which I spoke of earlier). I will
definitely play him my version of, “I KNOW VERY WELL
HOW I GOT MY NAME”; also, I will play some songs that
I personally wrote. I’d probably play, “IF LOVE IS A
RED DRESS (HANG ME IN RAGS)” by Maria McKee because I
think of him every time I play/hear that song. After
we finish our coffee or tea and possibly have a brief
sing along, we will go to get some lunch.
        In Los Angeles, I suppose I’ll be quite tacky and
escort him to the Hard Rock Café. The intention of
doing this is simply... 1.) I want to be seen with him
and 2.) I will correct something that has bugged me
for quite some time; I will put the album “Vauxhall &
I” up on the wall, preferably covering something
dreadful, such as Aerosmith. When we finish our
lunch, and set the record straight (pardon the pun),
we will then load back up into the lovely BMW, which I
borrowed, “where the leather runs smooth on the
passenger’s seat.”
        As we return to Morrissey’s place, if he doesn’t
mind, we will spend the afternoon watching a movie of
his choice. Maybe something like, “The Loneliness of
the Long Distance Runner” or, “East of Eden”. This is
done over a bottle of the finest wine or vodka, again, of His
choice. As the sun begins to set on Sunset Boulevard,
we will have dinner that Morrissey himself prepares.
How imposing of me.
After dinner, I make a mad dash to the exit, unless
Morrissey has something else in mind, like a night on
the town?
        Sadly though, knowing Morrissey, he may want to turn
in early, I'm sure his patience would've been exhausted.
Long day, you know… At last, while we
stand in the doorway and say our good-byes, I will
shake his hand oh so politely and drive off into the
night saddled in my friend’s precious white BMW. (End
dream sequence music here…) If only… I’d be so
happy. You see, it’s not important what you’re like,
but what you like. I like Morrissey and I would love
to see more of him. They say “hope is a dangerous
thing…and it can drive a man insane…” But a day or a
dream like this is worth the risk.

• Re:Yay! by PiccadillyJim (Score:1) Wednesday April 05 2006, @08:54AM
  • Re:Yay! by Marisela (Score:1) Wednesday June 28 2006, @10:33AM