An Open Letter To Larry David
by Amy Lindorff
Dear Larry David,
A few nights ago, I had a dream about you. I generally don’t remember most of my dreams so this was a pretty big deal. In this dream, you and I were hanging out and chatting while waiting at the train station. We were both going from LA to Seattle – I was headed to see Erin, you had an orthodontist appointment. It didn’t occur to me in the dream, but thinking about it now, you should really try to find someone a little closer to LA. Or even someone in LA. You were also wearing bright orange topsiders. Like these, but much, much more orange:
Looking forward to watching Curb Your Enthusiasm tomorrow night. Thank god Dusty got TV so we can watch it together now! It also means I can write recaps of it for Picktainment. So that’s fun.
P.S. I’m pretty sure I remember a time when Dusty, Jerry, and I saw you in real life, at the Highland/Franklin intersection, but Jerry says it didn’t happen. Maybe this was another dream about you. I really hope not, because that might make you my most dreamed about person, which would be weird.