My husband and I had gone to a wedding or some type of event like that. When it was over, we came out to the lobby type area to the bar. My husband got a drink and asked if I wanted one. It was daytime, but I thought what the heck. I asked the bar tender for a glass of white wine. He didn’t hear me at first, so I had to repeat myself and that made me slightly embarrassed. He filled up a GIANT glass of wine. Holy cow! It was like half a bottle. He looked at me and asked if I’d like him to put some “dreamy green colour” into it, and I said sure why not. He handed me the glass. I felt I shouldn’t drink it all because I would surely get drunk from such a giant glass of wine. My husband excused himself to run to the washroom and I sat at the bar to wait.
Before I had taken a drink of wine, I accidentally knocked over the glass and spilled the entire thing onto the counter. Shoot. I felt bad that I had spilled it because it was expensive and beautiful, but I was also kind of glad I had, so I wouldn’t have to drink it all. The bar tender rushed over and said he would fill me a new one. I said “No, no, really that’s okay”. I expected him to argue with me an insist on refunding my glass, by pouring me another, but he moved onto another customer. Hmph.
Then I realized why I had spilled it. And the wine morphed into Christmas albums. I had been looking at the Christmas albums, (including Mariah Carey Christmas), when someone had tickled me. I felt so uncomfortable that I had just dropped them. I was now sitting with a man with a strong (Italian?) accent. He was flipping through the albums and telling me why they were special for him
Next I was standing there, on the ground, near the bar, and there were girls from my elementary school there. Suddenly, without warning I slipped and fell down. I reached my hand out to Stephanie, to help me up but she didn’t help. I think I must have pushed her down, and then I wouldn’t help her. Then she knocked me down, and we just kept knocking each other down.