i was at the store and there were hundreds of people coming in and going out, and because of this, we ran out of something. my co-worker was a grumpy old woman. we left the store, and went to sackville. by the time i got to sackville i was no longer gone to get something for the store, but i was with a school group. i said to myself "well, i know my way around sackville, i don't need to stay with the group." but i totally got lost.
it was a huge place, and i went the wrong way and ended up on this big hill that was a park. there was litter everywhere, and it was damp and gross. i kept going, and found myself near the outskirts of town. i ended up finding donnie's dorm room, jack and kevin were there too. they were drunk and unhelpful, they wouldn't tell me how to find the rest of my group. they laughed at me because i got lost, which made me even more upset. i finally got in touch with the rest of tom fun (who were the group i was looking for by this point), and they gave me all sorts of confusing directions ("we'll be somewhere between 1618 and 1623 something street").
i went where they told me, and found myself in narrow narrow alleyways between tall bricky buildings. i went into a narrow hallway and the doors inside had numbers on them like they ones the boys told me to find. it ended up being a funeral or memorial service for a famous artist, or writer, or musician, who i'd never really heard of. ian was really upset that the guy died. there were tons of hippies there, all sad because this person died. they were mad at me for being late.
