The Yellow Bra

Huge group goes to Austin’s (starts as Dillan’s). We figure out sleeping arrangements and I am on an air mattress. I wear a yellow bra as a joke. It was very flat and wrinkled like a shirt, and had two sharp hooks on the back. I try putting it on myself but then one of the girls has to do it. We go to some outdoor concert. I don’t really know the words but I’m singing along. We’re all sitting down and swaying to the song. Don’t remember too many details beyond that but the big feeling here was group dynamics. Trying to establish myself, trying to be funny, feeling judged, feeling belonged.