Dreaming about Paul Rudd

That's what I did last night. No, literally. Apparently, we were supposed to hang out and fly out to... God, I wish I remembered. I think it was London. Unfortunately, I had work - which is preposterous because I have the whole week off. Paul Rudd. Me. London. They say dreams are composites of your memories, remembered and forgotten; just recently I saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall which starred Paul Rudd. My friends, Carlos Gonzalez and John "The Almighty" Vaughn are supposed to go to London... It all makes sense now. What does not make sense to me, however, is how we ended up in the middle of Mexico, eating in a restaurant. Then again, most dreams don't have to make sense.