Snapshots of the subconscious

My brain was going in some pretty screwy directions this morning...
first half involved me being in an uncomfortable situation of being tarted up and agreed to be one of several women signed up to be companion-like, but I managed not to get entangled in any scary naked situations, for which I was grateful.

The more interesting (in my opinion) bit was the part in which I was trying to find Homeport, but naturally it wasn't in Notlob, but in some cluster of houses, including one belonging to Tamidon. Farther into the cluster there was also Emeril's house- or if not Emeril, some equally skank-ass wannabe, and Alton Brown (he lived upstairs from Emeril in a quad-duplex). I remeber wannabe opening up the door and I started laughing uncontrollably that he was there. He wasn't amused.

I don't entirely know what I was looking for at Homeport, but while I was there, Shayde offered to give me a huge corderoy Carhart jacket, which I thought was really thoughtful, but I didn't need it. (Arisia parallels? I dunno). I did manage to leave w/out taking the jacket.

Somewhere in there, I was given a huge wad of cash and checks for being the companion. I knew I would get paid but had no idea how much I'd get. Then I had to find a safe place to work out how much was there, but naturally I kept getting interrupted.

All and all: very odd. Work should be pretty quiet. Getting here was so not a problem. The city plowed our sidewalk, even, Mass Ave was entirely bare of all snow, so it was pretty much just another day. I find that somewhat amusing.