Arranging my desk at work. There’s a bunch of books underneath. Futz with my old laserwriter-it’s coming apart when I put the paper tray in. Come back in pj’s. Up the elevator and to my room. Walk through the executive suite and someone asks about what I’m wearing. I say I was flying kites and got a sunburn. Go into the room, lay down on a table and cover up with a blanket. My boss comes in in pj’s too.
In a casino, sit at the end of a long bar/table. The dealer blocks off a section just for me and gives me a bunch of chips. Play for a little bit, leave.