The Native American from the Village People

First off, the former Village People aren't all doing well. In a small twist of irony, the cop is being pursued by cops. The article refers to the Indian from the group as the "Native American", which is funny as well.

Let's move from irony to the word surreal.

surreal adjective
1 dreamlike, surreal
resembling a dream; "night invested the lake with a dreamlike quality"; "as irrational and surreal as a dream"


So there's the offical definition. I experience the surreal feeling in my life quite often, usually in short spurts. Sometimes it last longer. Which brings up the story of Felipe, the Indian/Native American from the Village People, let's chat a little about what he is up to lately. This is all true, he lives in my hometown now. At the beginning of summer, Justin and I were at at bar we go to once in a while, and ran into Felipe, the Indian. Now, I had heard people say, "Look, there's the Indian from the Village People." but thought they just meant he looked like him, or he had dressed like him for Halloween once or something. I had no idea, until that night, it was the indian from the Village People. So, Justin talks to him, and I speak with someone who appears to be with him, either a date, or a friend, or as I would find out a little later, a husband. So, after we all had been introduced, Justin went to get more drinks, and the Indian's partner went to the bathroom.

The following is an example of why my life feels so surreal sometimes, and while it is not word for word, it is pretty close....
Indian: So, Justin is pretty hot.
Me: Thanks. I get this a lot, so I don't take offense, or get jealous, etc.
Indian: What do you think of my partner? Oops, I guess ettiquette should have made me compliment his partner, who was nice, and relatively cute....
Me: Oh, he's cute, and seems very nice.
Indian: Yes, he's very hot.Not what I said, but drinks have been had, I can be nice, so I nod.
We talk about random things for a few minutes, me waiting desparately for Justin to get back with my bourbon shot.
Indian: So, how would you like to trade some weekend?
I was completely lost....
Me: Trade? Drinks? Yes, my mind was on my drink, so that's all I could think of.
Indian: Partners. He has obviously made this offer before, as he said this very casually.
Me: Uh, we don't really do that.
Indian: You should, it's fun.
For who? For once I said something in my head instead of outloud.
Me: Well, if we ever do, you will be first on my list to call.
Indian: We could all hang out at....
I really expected him to say YMCA at this point, and was very disappointed when he didn't.
...our house sometime. Get in the hot tub, have some drinks, trade off.
Trying to end this with a little humor, and remember I was drinking, I said:
Me: We're really busy right now, we're heading west, joining the Navy, but we'll call you if we get some spare time. Ok, not the funniest thing in the world, and he's probably heard versions of song title jokes all of his life, but I wanted this to be over.
Indian: You're hot, too. Maybe....
I cut it off at this point, and used the whole "I'll be back, I have to go get my drink." excuse and left.

About an hour later, after I had gotten this all out of my head, YMCA came on over the club's speakers. I couldn't get that freaking song out of my head for the whole weekend. Yes, our life is pretty bizarre and surreal sometimes, and this is only one example. But it does keep things interesting. But isn't that whole thing really like some dream you would have?