I'm on a bus filled with a blend of characters and strangers from high school. My arm is linked to a boy I have a secret crush on and we do our best to keep our affections to ourselves. I get up to go to the bathroom and several girls follow me. They are beautiful and talk about all that's involved in the process of staying beautiful. I stand away from them and try my best to keep to myself. The bathroom is filthy, not unlike some of the bathrooms at bus stops in India. Molded walls, trash, shit on the floor. I notice I'm wearing a formal, fluffy gown and pull it way above my head to keep shit off of it. Later I am at a party. It's in a combination of an airplane hanger and Enids, a restaurant I used to frequent in Williamsburg. I am hosting this party, running around trying to get everything prepared. I'm anxious about things being perfect and excited once people start trickling in. One of the first guests is a kid from high school, Brian, and his new wife. he hasn't changed at all and I attempt to ask him about the last 20 years in just a few minutes. The place is filling up and I rush to get drinks and food to people. A woman in a jumpsuit walks in. She says she's my stepmother and that she's writing a book about her life called "step." I tell her that's a great idea, then pour her a drink.
