Someone in an office was talking shot about certain bands and I hard someone call them out on it and I looked up, then held up a CD from one of those bands. I had a bunch of small flyers and CD jackets to put into an album or do a scrapbook thing with, there were photos of Valentina and I at a party in Tucson I was arranging in the album and it filled two pages. I’d thought there was only one photo from the night but there were eight of them! We were back to back on a couch tied up in blue rope and I was turning to look back at her and we were smiling. Or there was one of her on another couch next to one of my drawings on a dry erase board. I was chillin on the floor on top of a blanket organizing things and looked up while a couple people were talking, but I forgot who they were. J. Tsao was there and was wearing all yellow with this other guy, and I was all oh hey you’re already in town? And he was all yeah, they were running some marathon in the city and I told them to drink lots of water, the other guy gave me this look like really? So I amended it to drink enough water to stay hydrated and don’t die. See you in the office tomorrow. Bye. They said bye and left. The one guy who stayed behind asked who the “new” person was and I was all that’s Tsao!
“Ohh!”
I was going through a black backpack and it had a bunch of random stuff and needed to be cleaned out. It had an opened jar of peanut butter and no lid on, chocolate wafer sticks, like the ones that look fancy that go in your coffee, or come in huge plastic containers at the Chinese grocery, and a bunch of other food items that looked like they needed to be tossed, so I started grabbing things to throw in the trash and Eric S. said I had to do it elsewhere while pointing at a wafer and I was all oh sorry, it was implied that this was due to an allergy but I couldn’t remember what he was allergic to. So I dragged the backpack across the floor to the kitchen and started throwing everything into a plastic trash bag. Goth mom walked over to see what I was working on and pulled the bag up and then it was like a large aluminum foil bag thing. She was trying to see what was still good and asked if I was recycling the tin foil while looking at the baking pan that was just at the bottom of the bag and I said no. She mentioned how much she loved Liz but some of her habits were gross, then she grabbed a couple items that were supposed to be nonperishable and threw them on the stove to see if they were alright but after making a thing decided it was disgusting and tossed it out. She walked away so I turned the gas off on the burner then went around the corner to the dining area.
It was designed like the kitchen and dining area in the house I grew up in only it was larger and the entrance to the other rooms was on the left instead of the right. She walked back around and had a bunch of food out for a party. (I just realized this was like my neighbor Kathleen’s house). She was pointing out what the spreads were and the different meats. I grabbed garlic bread and it felt like the softest thing ever, grabbed butter, then slices of rare steak over it. Goth mom didn’t really approve but was all at east I won’t starve while the party’s waiting on other things. There were more people now and I went to sit at this table, there was an extended family and this little girl was being whiny. I’d forgotten how many of my friends and people I know come from Mormon families. I got up and went around the corner to see what else was going on and then went back to where the food was to grab more bread. There was a guy behind the counter helping out goth mom and the peeps who were up there grabbing things. I was all hey, can I get some butter? And pointed at the plate he was hoarding, and he was all no, then gave me a piece he had on his knife. I was all okay thanks and walked off eating more bread.
There was a group on a stage to my right singing as I passed them and kind of felt like an ass no one was watching them but was all.. There’s no audience anyway and it’s just background stuff. I went back out to this larger area and the kids were watching some performance geared towards them and as I walked out through the glass doors I saw this huge field and a bunch of kids playing like it was a school. This girl ran up and asked if I’d play with her and I said sure but I had to put the utensil I had away and started walking back towards the door. She was walking with me but was all excited so she started walking faster, then I did, then she started running and I was and we were racing to the door and I dropped the butter knife and stopped to go pick it up saying I had to behave cause we shouldn’t run with knives, and you picked up the butter knife before I got to it and handed it to me, and I was all thanks. You were in a blue soccer jersey and black shorts. I wanna say football but that doesn’t mean the same thing in the United States. Oh well. I was walking through this gated area outside to get back to the door and it was still a good 50 yards away, I was wondering where you’d gone, and then the girl, then saw this really tall guy walking from another area on the left in to the building, he had super long fluffy hair and was like 7′ tall and I wondered if he was Samoan or something. He was wearing the same blue jersey so I wondered if you’d run off to a game. I woke up before I made it back inside.