This morning I dreamed that my husband was furious with Fred Schneider, from the B52s.
We had bought tickets to see the B52s on tour, and the tickets read "With Super Special VIP Guest Star FRED SCHNEIDER."
My husband was ranting about it, in my dream. About what a dick Fred Schneider was for pretending to be SOO much better than the rest of the band.
And then we ran into Fred in downtown Atlanta one day. He was clad in an orange and pink suit.
And my husband ran up to him and WENT OFF. Telling off Fred Schneider in a style that was nearly wicked, he really gave him what for.
Poor Fred. He didn't even see us coming.