driving a long distance to see a concert, in the car with sam. he's been driving all night, says it's my turn to drive. i've got my bare feet on the dashboard, pressed against the windshield. i say i can't drive because i don't have a license.
we get to the venue early, hang out in the downstairs lobby where they're setting up a forest scene w/ oracle peeps, chill music. i happily meet evan there.
ushers pepper the cavernous lobbys. they act like cross school teachers.
i find a rolly chair i like, and spend the rest of the dream in it, take it in the elevator upstairs and roll it around wherever i go
venue has a restaurant and 2 bars, we choose a bar in the upper lobby w/ stone walls, cordoned off to keep children out. staffed with friendly big laughing black women. bartender collects my wallet to open a tab. i get a gin and tonic and we sit at a stone bar.
i notice a flea hopping around on the bar. halfheartedly try to smash it with my fist, but miss. the flea bounces off my shirt, and i can feel the force of its impact.
i look up and see a guy in a blue plaid shirt leaving the bar, i think it's evan so i follow. halfway across the lobby the guy turns around and gives me a funny look - it's not evan. also, i still have my g&t in my hand, so i hurry back to the cordoned-off stone bar.
evan is in the middle of a conversation with a blonde dreadlocked woman, and i awkwardly interrupt to say i thought that guy in the blue shirt was evan, though evan's wearing a grey sweater. dreadlock looks at me funny and i feel like an ass.
i go to close out my tab. the laughing bartender hands me my wallet back, then says "hold on" and goes into the back room. comes back with a cork wallet, says i left it there a couple years ago. it's got a plastic window with my driver's license behind it. i'm very grateful - thought i had lost it forever!
on our way out of the bar i tell the big laughing manager that we saw some fleas at the bar. she says she's planning on spraying after the show. we hear spraying going off back at the bar, turn and look and the bartender is spraying an aerosol can of foamy white insecticide all over the bar. right next to customers, and it's starting to stink already. manager rushes off to stop the bartender spraying during hours.
i'm still in the rolly chair. decide to ride the rolly chair down a long curved ramp to the downstairs lobby. i announce my plan to maura, who is delighted. i pass ushers who are cross and try to get me to stop, but i'm rolling too fast. at the bottom of the curved ramp is a threshold with glass doors, propped open. i think i'm going to flip when my wheel hits the threshold, but i roll right over it, at super speed, defying all ushers. i zoom all the way across the lower lobby (which now looks like a department store/forest) and finally crash against the stairs on the other side.
