I’m in a room with a bunch of people having a party. I have a cowboy hat that seems to be made out of crispy tortilla or something. There’s a girl that there has a hat that looks like straw. We get into a friendly little bicker or something and I swat her over the head with my hat and it starts to break apart a little. Then I think she hits me with her hat and it starts falling apart. Then I hit her over the head and I go an sit down and my hat crumbles into little pieces. I think, “I’ve had this hat a long time and when this day started, it was still usable. Now, it’s a crumbled mess.” I was kinda sad.

Mel and I are in Paris. We have only the day to do something and I’m wondering where to go. We run into Rebeca at a bus stop. I ask her about where we should go, and even the guy sitting next to her. They don’t know really but mention something about Monet exhibit. We walk away and into a cafe and are standing at the cash register going thru some papers to see if there’s a map. The hostess who’s asian comes up and starts talking to us in French. I tell her we don’t speak French and she continues talking to us. So typical… We leave and walk down the street and into a pub that’s empty but for the bartender who’s black, and obviously American. I ask him where we should go and he doesn’t know. But then I realize, I know Paris. I’ll take care of this.

Next, we’re in a bar and Mel is going to play pool. I’m sitting down and I watch him break. When I stand up to see what’s what, the table is divided into to playing sections and one of them has all white balls on one end. I ask what on earth they’re playing. One of the playing felts is kind of Gingham.

Thoughts: The crumbling hat may be me being really tired at dinner last night.