me and my two ex boyfriends were drinking in my barn. they kept accidentally setting little fires to things with their cigarette butts and i was freaking out because we weren't supposed to be in the barn at all. another girl was suddenly there and she wanted to barbequeue veggie hot dogs, but i was afraid it would start another fire. i made the boys empty out all the cans with cigarette butts in them so we wouldn't get found out.

then albert showed up and suggested all sorts of things i could do to my guitar to protect the finish, like rub it gently with a baseball bat, or take a capful of tea or alcohol and rub it into the wood. i decided i would try all of those things.

we drove very slowly down the middle of the road because there were people walking in the middle of each lane. then i was in a hotel room in a party and a doctor guy was handing out envelopes to each person. he knew who i was though and started talking about my band, and the people who were next in line were getting really impatient. but i told him about the band playing at the lord nelson and the delta at the ecmas and he left the lineup to go get a pen to write down my contact information. the people in the lineup were pissed.