At home, getting ready to go to a parade/fireworks show. Put on boots, but upside down, put them on the right way. Get the cooler and push it because there’s a crowd of people in the alley/street. Make our way through, go into the bar and to the front. I miss the turn and go into the restricted section where you can’t stand for long. Pretend to look at the clay bits. The owner comes over, asks what I’m doing, takes the clay bit and drops it on the floor, then tells me to get out. I go out the back, but stop to talk to wait staff. Go through the office, and am tempted to steal an expensive bottle or break something. I leave and walk over to the street.
My exciting life, this place