Last night: visiting a friend in New York.

We’re in her brownstone, but my current downstairs neighbors are her upstairs neighbors. I left my backpack on the beach (it was a tropical beach, don’t ask me) overnight. Drove with her boyfriend to go back for it, even though I’d just walked there (it was shorter to walk) and forgot it because the beach turned into Central Park and I had to take pictures of tourists.

Ran into Billy Mazoch along the way (a kid from middle school) and shot the breeze for a few minutes. The roads were like LA roads, but 8-lane surface streets with crazy merging to be done.

Get back to the brownstone and the neighbors are missing. There’s a report on the news that matches their description. We look through their place for clues (open doors, more of a house than apt type brownstone) and when we’ve just about given up on trying to figure out why they left the bathtub full of suds, they come in. Instead of the usual dark garb, they have on pastels and are tan. They’ve just come back from Hawaii where they were married.

Cut to: crowded room and big hair. High school reunion. Even I have big hair, which never happened. Long, too. My dress is too small, too tight, and a color I would never wear. The friend I arrived with disappears to socialize and I’m left with a boy, making awkward conversation. Eventually two other friends show up and we hop up and down so much that we fall over.

Then I woke up.

Unrelated –

Texas Hold ‘Em report from last night: Kyle goes all in against Maigh, first out. Jonathan goes all in against Baldie, second out. Three fingers goes all in against Anderson, third out. Maigh has dwindled her fortune and goes all in under duress, fourth out. Anderson claims the title of come-back kid after going all in 4 times and slowly stealing Baldies piles and piles of chips. Anderson takes home the pot, seriously confused as to what just happened.