So, I had this weird dream on the plane over… Let me guess, you were a clip on the seat belts? No, I know, you were a valve in those annoying fans that blow cold air on you? I can never turn those things off… No. No, uh… I was me, and you were you, standing where you are right now, perfect. And I took you in my arms, in a manly kind of way. Like this. And said, “Rosie Dunne, can I take you to the dance?”
Better late than never.