Alright, let me think…

I was at a performance or a movie, sitting on a lawn to watch at night, and the guy behind me started touching me. I told him to ask permission. One of my co-workers was watching us, and I wondered if he was jealous. Then, I started flirting with the girl next to me. My co-workers mom was working at this vendor stand amongst other tents, and she was trying to sell me a shirt. My favorite was one with trees and mountains. Something about her rubbed me the wrong way, like she didn’t like me. I think I remember being at a convention with my 9th grade English teacher… that’s all I know.