Crashing In To You Know Who

I could not get to sleep last night.

The oppressive heat was practically suffocating me Monday night, as I laid in bed in my barely there skivvies and one of those satin princess eye masks (what I must resort to when I work the Graveyard Shift).

My mind raced through a laundry list of things and I settled on pondering about tonight's big event at Riverbend. I feel a million years behind the curve, going to my first Dave Matthews concert more than 13 years after I started listening to the band. Southern Son will be picking me up for our sojourn to Far East Cincinnati, to meet up with D-Money and her hot brother, GI Yogurt.

I have always liked GI Yogurt. Not so much in a I want to do him way, but more in like I want to flirt with him and give him noogies at the same time way. Yogurt is a war hero and a hottie and hilarious, but I don't know that I would ever date him because he's a somewhat younger guy (which is another post for another time. Stay tuned). I just like spending time with Yogurt. It's been a long time since I've seen him and I know we're all going to have a blast.

Anyway.

In my dream last night, our crew walked in to Riverbend to see DMB, just four bodies swimming in a sea of fans craving those intense rifts and memory provoking lyrics. There we were, Southern Son, D-Money, GI Yogurt and Kate the Great, walking in the gates when we saw none other than one of the Men I've Loved, standing there holding court with his friends.

You see, that Man I Loved loves Dave Matthews. When we hung out, we were a bizarre little love triangle - me loving him and him loving Dave.

I was dumbstruck in the dream, and I would most likely be dumbstruck if I saw Casey in real life. Shock running through my veins after seeing the very soul who unintentionally inflicted two years of pain and heartache on my world. My legs suddenly felt submerged in a swimming pool of quick sand, trapping me and putting my reaction on pause.

And that's where the dream stops, so I'm left with trying to write the end of it in my conscious thought.

A) Do I confront him, telling him just how much he hurt me for packing up and running away from a reality he couldn't admit?

B) Do I ignore him, walking away from a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation? I'd definitely regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't say anything, but I know I'd open up some well-healed scabs if I did.

C) Do I let D-Money tell him off? She's my henchwoman and my best defender. I know she'd be happy to give him a piece of her mind in a New York Minute.

D) Do I approach Casey to catch up, exchange pleasantries and walk away, letting by-gones be by-gones?

Not that I really think any of it would happened. What are the chances of running into someone you know at Riverbend? Okay, sometimes they're pretty good.

But I'm a Girl Scout - I like to be prepared.