Visiting Gracie in NYC

I had a dream Grace moved to New York. I saw her clubbing on Snapchat every weekend and wanted to go see her. I meet her out there and we get ready at her apartment. First we go to a porch party where a ton of family has met up. The family consists of mostly women and it’s awesome being there, everyone is so kind. I keep thinking about the drinks I forgot in my car but they have plenty. We get ready and go out for a bit. One of her friends is with us and they’re acting really strange, I hear her in the phone say something about drugs she has on her and that she should hide what she has and be done with it. We end up at a fast food place for espresso shots. Sliding in the snow, I pull around the building, all the way to the window by accident. The crew treats us like we’re fucking stupid and I get out of my car. Inside it’s like a shed but it’s warm, they’re having an employee party. They treat us like we’re fucking stupid and give us a receipt that makes no sense and when I ask for clarification someone mouths off to me and I get in his face. The owner tells her worker to stand down and I mock him. In our way out I throw whipped cream in someone’s face to start a fight but it turned into the lovely montage of a good fight with everyone enjoying themselves. I finally admit to Grace that I want to go clubbing, her and her friend have been talking and agree. I find them hiding drugs along the way but I act like nothing is happening. We have to talk to some cops but I play it cool and tell them to fuck off. I choose out a red pair of boots I want to change into when we go out.