Frylock was just online, so I sent him an IM to describe a dream I had last night: Alane and I were with the boys in a hotel. It was a hotel was on 13th Avenue in Brooklyn. There were many long and cavernous hallways before we got to our room. It was afternoon and the boys were sleeping, so I had to wait for them to wake up before I could leave to go to Capital Meats across the street -- there were panettone boxes stacked in the front window, so I really wanted to go in and buy a few things. But I didn't get there until the store was about to close -- it had the metal gates already pulled halfway down. I went in anyway and that's when the dream ended.

I told all this to Frylock and all he wanted to know was, "How did it smell?"

Smell? It was Capital I walked into. Not Fortunato's.

Or maybe he meant 13th Avenue itself. Yeah, it stank. (Now that I think more about it, the hotel would have been right where Stan's used to be. Interesting, huh?)