The memory starts on a beach, I ran into a guy I knew from Reno and held his hand. I was attracted to him, and he was to me. I knew this kid, I just couldn't remember from where. So we are kissing, he swoops me up off my feet romantically. I'm smiling and happy and laughing, holding his hand. Suddenly I pass D, an ex lover. He's standing there on the beach, staring at me with heart break and disbelief as I walk by with this other lover. I salute him casually, as I do in real like as a silly gesture. Then I walk right past him without even looking back. I feel terrible, and inform my friend how horribly awkward that was. Within seconds I've forgotten all about it. Then I realize that this new lover I was with was Griffin, my buddy from middle school! I always had such a huge crush on him in the 7th grade. I even tell him to his face, "Wow wait! You are Griffin! I didn't even realize till now!"
So Griffin suggests we join the race above us--- some sort of ongoing track race on a highway type thing above us. He practically throws me on his back and jogs up a staircase, I giggled with pleasure at his strength. We get to the top and these two gym teacher types stop us. They were the entrance people or something. They look at me and say, "you're not allowed to bring food onto the track!". I am confused and say that I do not have food, I was carrying nothing on me not even a purse. She tells me I must be hiding food in my bra! How ridiculous, I thought.... "Are you crazy!? There's not food in my bra, you are nuts!" I scream at her. She stares at my tits and says there is no way they real, and that I must come down to her surveillance room so she can check me out. Reminiscent of the time I was arrested for shoplifting, except this time I had nothing to hide. We walk down into the room and I flash her my boobs, she backs off in shame and I waltz out of the office and yell after her, "fucking biiiiitch!".
Now there's some fuzziness to the median of that portion and this. But all of the sudden I am walking with some old high school buddies, younger than me. One is a kid, Bjorn, who really liked me in high school and I tortured him back. It was terrible on my part, but to be fair he was a complete jack ass. Anyhow, we get into a car and drive back somewhere, some place I was staying at, not home... not sure. I had a suitcase with tons of clothes and shoes everywhere.
So I get wind that something has happened to my cousin, Daniel. The entrance people back at the race had done something to him. So I try desperately to get a hold of him on his cell phone, on his brother's, and his other brother's, and I can't get through to any of them. I finally say we just HAVE to drive all the way back to find him, he could be in danger. He has a hernia and we have to save him, or he could die. Something about -- 5hrs, 22 mins-- is standing out to me. I think that's what the bitchy entrance lady told me. She said Daniel was there at the tracks 5 hrs and 22 minutes ago, and he could be dead by now. But she said it like a threat. She knew where he was and wasn't going to tell me. It was a scheme.
Boy have I been watching too much Desperate Housewives!