I had the naked dream. You know, the one where you're in the all-together and everyone else is fully dressed and happy to be that way. But this time there was a twist. I was expecting company. Two friends who were going to come into the restaurant just as starkers as I was. It was all planned out.

I was already seated and [for some reason there was a gentleman at the table for four] while he smiled and carried on small talk I waited for my friends. They showed up and guess what, they were dressed. Completely dressed. Not even plunging necklines. One smiled at me in the 'gotcha' kind of way. The other couldn't look at me and kept glancing around nervously. The man at the table kept smiling although the smile seemed to get larger.

Well, wasn't I surprised!

I thought for a minute then got up and sauntered off to the ladies room. An attendant was there and after paying her to get me a tablecloth I wandered outside to flag a cab. I could hear sirens in the distance.

What to do__what to do?  I couldn't go home. The 'friends' would no doubt tell the police where I lived. I told the cabbie to take me to the airport. And so there I was, clad in linen trying to decide on a destination, credit card be damned. I chose Lyon, France. Never been there and always wanted to go.  And maybe, it being France, they wouldn't look too askance at the toga. Fashion freakery and all that.

What I found interesting [I mean besides the underlying implications] was that although the other diners at the restaurant had been a bit taken aback by my lack of attire the people at the airport didn't even blink. Barefoot woman in a toga? No problemo.

Oh. Does anyone know if they have extradition from France to the U.S. ?