Tuesday
Happy birthday, Jill!
Huh, I apparently went to Nikki's with my friend Brooke R. I have to imagine it was a little awkward (which might be why Brooke came along) but I know we remained friendly after the break-up. I ran into her a couple years later (at Yvette's) and she was very glad to see me. Guess I did a good job of letting her down easy.
Wednesday
Proof that I'm not looking "into the future" very much as I write this: I totally forgot that I left 1954 in Julie's car when we went bowling, and that I'd back-logged to fill in the gap.
Reading this dream description, it sounds like a weird anxiety dream about work. Particularly odd, because the concession stand was the least stressful job I've ever had -- including stuffing envelopes for my dad's PR firm when I was kid.
I think the first bit, about the concession stand being a mess, was based on my first day working the stand. It happened to be the day after another kid was fired for making a complete mess of the stand -- candy was strewn throughout the stand and the supply closet, trash bags were piled under the sink instead of taken a couple hundred feet to the dumpsters and were breeding maggots, and he'd managed to puncture a soda syrup box so the floor was sticky despite being mopped. My first day consisted of cleaning the concession stand while my boss worked the window, and then being trained on how the operation worked.
Unfortunately, the mother of the kid who got fired threatened to sue, so he was back on the job a week later -- but under closer supervision. He got a lot of grief but never had another incident, and by our senior year he was in charge of the pool concession stand while I ran the ballpark stand. We got along OK by then, but I never did quite trust him.
I have a friend who's had many jobs during a very long career. Her anxiety dreams are always about the concession stand where she worked years ago. And it's always Saturday night in her dreams, and the slushie machine is always broken.