I was at my parents' house and they were having some weird party there. Most of the people were younger...20s-40s. They were doing remodeling (yeah, right) in their basement and they had this weird toilet installed that looked like a trashcan, hence it made it really difficult to sit on. It also wasn't in an enclosed room, so one had to use it in the open. I hate toileting in public dreams. Then later, many of the people at the party took my dad's old Volvo to go to an art opening at the University, which seemed more like the UW. The volvo's seating was weird...it was more like a stationwagon in back with the seats down. Hard to explain. I sat up in front, but there was no cushion on my seat. I think Stan drove, and Tim was with us. The art opening was on an upper floor of some building, but it looked more like a classroom than a gallery. I assume it was my own art opening, but I can't remember any art there. I do remember some catered food which looked like cupcakes elaborately decorated with colored frosting to create very beautiful peony or rose flowers. The creepy part about the whole thing was that Sasquatch was there, and I remember thinking, "how can he be here if he's dead?" He was talking to some other art professor, male, tall, dark hair, probably had facial hair, younger...no one I recognized (not the Chicagoan, if that's what you're thinking....this guy was younger, maybe in his 40s). They never said a word to me, even though it was my opening. Some officious-looking woman with her hair up in a bun came to the room, but went into a back room which looked like an office. She holed up in there to do some work. Stan and Tim went outside because they got bored, and eventually Sasquatch and Son (hey, maybe that's who the guy was) left, never having said a word to me the whole time. Pretty soon the only ones left were me and the worker bee in the back. I decided to try one of the cupcake flowers, but had a hard time getting it out of the muffin tin. I was getting antsy, and didn't know when Stan was coming back. I decided to try to call him on his cellphone, hoping he brought it with him. I tried dialing, but instead got my dad by accident (this is easy to do IRL, since my parent's "quick dial" number is in between Stan's quick-dial work and cell numbers). He seemed a bit irritated that I had bothered him at what was a late hour ~ 8:30pm. I try Stan's cell again, but nothing happens, not even a ring. I'm considering going out to look for them myself, but didn't know if it was allright to leave the art opening room unattended. There was Ms. Busy Bee in back though, so maybe it would be ok, but then I see Stan and Tim come back. Stan is acting silly, and looking at Tim's butt in a very gay way. I'm having a WTF moment. Stan also looks younger and tanner. And I honestly can't remember what happened after that.

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