Afterwards, Diana comes up to me and says that Michael wants to talk to me, but she really means Ryan. When I go over to say hello to him, he’s bald.

Then a group of us go out to eat at a diner. It’s an old-fashioned diner restaurant that serves burgers and shakes. The menu is printed on a sign on the wall, and they don’t have printed menus. I try to place my order with the waitress, but while I’m doing so they start changing the signs, like it’s a McDonald’s changing from breakfast to lunch. I tell her what I want from what I remember. My dining companions place their orders and make a point of saying they want to order items from the Dollar Menu. I ask them to clarify what’s on the Dollar Menu, because I didn’t see that.

Outside, Anne has prepared a picnic with food she says that her father made. It’s all really delicious: roasted chicken, greens, chocolate cake. We’re all sticking together because we’re afraid. She points at the trees and says she can see a creature that’s alive and moving towards us, like a ghost. The rest of us all turn to look at the trees, but no one can see it and we say we don’t believe her. Still, everyone is on edge.

We take a group picture, and Sputnik puts her head up so she can be in the photo too. I walk over and sit next to her.

I go and gather up a bunch of my stuff like some books and a bag. I’m standing around outside while Friedman goes and gets a refund for our tickets. While I’m waiting a bus pulls up and I get on.

The bus starts driving toward the airport and the bus driver announces that they have a new direct flight to MInneapolis. I become very anxious because I think that the bus is going to Minneapolis and I have no way to tell Friedman where I am. I ask the man in a suit sitting next to me if this is really an airplane and he says no, this is just a bus that is going to a different neighborhood. While I’m talking to him the bottom of my shoe brushes his pant leg and gets dirt on him, and he yells at me to be more careful as he brushes it off.

I’m still worried that I don’t have any way to tell Friedman where I am. I start digging through my bag trying to find a cell phone. There are two phones in there but neither of them work, and anyway I don’t know his number. Both of the phones are cheap gray plastic, like old Startacs.

Later, Evan, Josh and I decide to have a party. I walk around saying hi to everyone I know. I go downstairs to the bar, and the Indian woman who lives on my floor is working as the bartender. I ask her if she has rosé and she gives me a glass. I go back upstairs and I see that the drink machine isn’t working. It’s supposed to be making frozen margaritas but there isn’t any ice. I start dumping ice into the machine, but it’s incredibly loud and gets ice all over everything, like handfuls of crushed ice are coming out in clumps from the back of the machine. When Evan comes over I tell him that since we’re in San Francisco we should have invited Shane to the party, and he just laughs.

Most people are in the party area with the dance floor, which is dark like a club. I go to the left and enter the cafeteria, which is pretty much exactly like a high school cafeteria with long low tables with benches. People are waiting in line to order pizza.

I run into Susie and we decide to get something to eat. She orders a pizza and then I order another one. It seems like we’re going to have too much food. I see the pizza that someone else ordered and it’s exactly like school-cafeteria pizza, all orange and greasy.

I remember that Susie has another kid and I check to see if she is pregnant or not. She isn’t so I ask if she had another baby and she said she had a girl and her name is Antoinette. I feel bad that I didn’t even know she had another baby.

I go to visit him out there and we go to dinner in a restaurant. There seem to be a number of restaurants on the ground floor of the building, like a hotel. My mother and grandmother join us for dinner.

My mother and grandmother point out that another guest of the restaurant is my cousin. He is standing in line with a few other people, including a woman that seems to be his girlfriend. I go over to introduce myself and we give hugs hello. We have a friendly and animated conversation and agree that we should meet again soon. I give him a hug goodbye that goes on a bit too long, and then a kiss on the cheek which seems somehow inappropriate because he’s my cousin. I give a hug goodbye to his girlfriend and she seems nonplussed.

I return to the table so we can order. I look at the menu and choose a salad that is quite inexpensive, like $4, and I wonder if it will be enough to eat. My mother suggests that we share an order of beef rolls. These seem to be a specialty of the restaurant and they have all different kinds. They have one that is like a beef and cabbage roll, and another that is Moroccan style with raisins. I want to order the “pizza style” roll, which is basically a piece of beef that has been dressed with toppings and cheese like a pizza and then rolled up. I am pretty sure my mother won’t want to order this, but I ask her anyway. While she is reviewing the choices the lights in the restaurant go out so she can’t see the menu.

There is a class at the U of M that somehow deals with this client or covers a related subject, and so it is decided that I should take the class. The class is very large and takes place in a big lecture hall. The instructor is a middle-aged woman with dark hair and glasses.

I turn in my final paper and receive a grade of "D." I’m very upset by this, and embarrassed that my work colleagues will see that I got a bad grade. I speak to the instructor and try to explain that the work I was doing for my client was different from what she expected from the final paper. What I want is for her to let me submit one of my presentation decks as additional work and maybe that will raise my grade.

Afterwards, a party for the whole class has been planned. We walk outside to go check it out. As we walk I bump into a college girl who’s walking in a pack, and we have words about the incident. I ask her "if it would be possible to walk through here without getting rudely bumped into." She accuses me of being a stupid college kid. When I respond that I’m not in college, I’m 35, she and her friends jeer at me.

I get to the restaurant where the party is taking place. When I arrive, only a blonde-haired guy and Susie are there with me. The restaurant has set a long table for us to sit at. Susie and the guy sit down next to each other, and I want to sit in the middle between them, but instead I take my place at Susie’s left.

Another student from class arrives, an older Asian man. He’s drunk and yelling at the entrance. I go over to try and get him to leave. He grabs me and kisses me, and as we stand there he tries to force himself on me. I struggle to cry out for help but I cannot make my voice work.

I go to my 20th high school reunion. I greet people I know and give everyone hugs. The reunion is held outside in a grassy area with picnic tables, but there are also indoor spots where you can buy things.

I say hello to Steve L. and we walk around and talk to each other. We stop and say hello to Sherri and I give her a hug, but then keep walking. I am drinking a vodka soda. Steve and I go inside for a bit but then decide to go back out because he wants to introduce me to his wife.

I leave my drink behind and then realize it too late. When I decide I want to purchase another drink I realize I have also left my purse behind. I tell Steve that I will catch up to him and his wife later, and he walks off across the grass to meet her.

I go back in to where I left my purse and look for it. Inside I meet a handicapped couple who are misshapen and deformed. I hug them hello too, even though I don’t recognize them.

I want to buy a Diet Coke. Despite the fact that there are lots of stacks of Diet Coke everywhere I can’t seem to buy one. I don’t have the proper coupon and they’re not cold.

I’m driving with a woman and Jonathan. Jonathan is talking about his new girlfriend. I’m very angry and I tell him I don’t need to hear about her.

I describe something called "Minder Living."

I take his documents and start cutting the edges in a paper cutter.

My job is to paint a refrigerator door to look like a roll of Bounty paper towels. I’m drawing the Bounty logo and coloring it in with markers. I’ve got a big area of red colored in and I’m working on the green, but the green paint isn’t adhering as well and I have to go over the area repeatedly.

We put on the play several times. I have a monologue and I sing a song.

Afterwards we all have dinner in the theater. I try to sit next to Susie but she keeps moving around with her baby.

They’re having a party and I keep going to check up on the guests. Everyone has a dish in their hands and we’re running out of dishes.

I’m talking to one of their neighbors about the personality of different typefaces. I say that the character of an era or an age comes out in the way they use typography. Type isn’t just superficial styling.

My family has two big tables in the restaurant. We eat a huge feast and I pay for it with my AMEX. When we leave and are driving around Minneapolis, I’m afraid that someone from the restaurant will see that I’ve stolen the earrings and shoes, and so I slip them off so no one will see them.

We call to reorder drinks. There are bottles of scotch and vodka on a shelf. Toby arrives with a poor family.

I use the toilet and I am afraid that I haven’t flushed. Jai goes in after me and the toilet overflows and I’m mortified. We have to call a plumber to come up and fix it.

The room is set up like a party, there’s refrigerated cases with beer and wine. She doesn’t want anyone to drink. I open up some white wine anyway.

She keeps asking about an "Onset Object Model" and whether we have one or not. I don’t really understand what she means.

I’m rearranging the stuff in the office, moving people’s personal belongings and things they will want to take home with them to a different table. I want some more wine.

Jennifer Aniston is there complaining that her hair looks like shit. I tell her that she was Rachel and had the iconic hairstyle of the 90s, in an effort to make her feel better.

I need lunch but I’m afraid to go get it. I tell my boss I’m not going to go and he laughs and tells me to go eat.

I print out a menu. The place I go has a line of people waiting. My boss tells me I’ll be fighting a line at 3pm.

There’s a family in front of me that is taking forever to place their order. I yell at them to just order.

I listen to the advice and just have a salad.

When my boss calls I say I can’t come back yet.

I go into the bathroom to put on makeup. I put a lot on.

I go out and sit at a table by myself. She and her friends are sitting at a table across from me, eating and laughing. I eat from a large bowl filled with pearl onions and capers. Then I walk out on the street and try to hail a cab.

I’m working for Facebook. Paige N. is the director of marketing and she asks if I will attend a conference in her place. I’m flattered because I feel like I’m in an environment that respects what I do.

I attend her wedding. I’m in the bridal party and we’re all picking out our dresses on the day of the wedding. The dress I pick out is black and white and doesn’t really match the other dresses. I feel weird that I will stand out from the other attendants, but it doesn’t seem to matter to anyone else.

We’re at a restaurant for the reception but they aren’t prepared for us. No one comes over to help us or to seat us. I finally ask to speak to the manager, and then try to escalate things to the general manager. I’m frustrated that the restaurant can’t seem to get organized. I ask them if they want us to leave and go elsewhere, reminding them that a party of hundreds of guests would be worth a lot of money to them.

I feel guilty because I eat more than everyone else, I snack more.

I’m in a convenience store. Luke is there.

We’re buying food. All the food is salami and baguettes. There are all different variations on this theme, but all the food is basically sausages and loaves of bread.

I want to buy some and make a sandwich. But I am embarrassed to be seen buying this food because salami is not healthy.