Sitting in some guy’s office talking about a rock climbing competition in Venice and how he would’ve won with better partners. I say I can climb, but it’s been a while. They ask about levels and I say rock. I show them how much of an overhang I can handle.
At some festival, wandering around. We leave to go home, walk down a path and to a busy intersection. Erika wants to go to a science thing. I don’t have a shirt on, so we turn around so I can get my shirt.