Last night I had a fantastic dream about Rhonda.
See was hanging out with Elizabeth Taylor (a young version) and a georgeous transvestite at a small cafe in France. People kept approaching them with small gifts of chocolate and tiny bottles of perfume & cosmetics in beautiful boxes. Everyone wanted them to notice them and kept piling gifts on the table for them to open. They ignored everyone and just kept laughing and drinking and eating in the midst of all their presents. It was interesting, because between Elizabeth, Rhonda and the Super Hot Lady(?), Rhonda was the center of attention. She also looked really really good in a very french way.
I think this just very well be my version of heaven.