Reunion

On vacation, I meet up with one of my old roommates from my first summer at Disney. I know who he is but I do not actually recognize him. I am driving to a bar and a truck pulls into the parking lot in front of me. At first I am nervous that someone is following or threatening me, but then I recognize my old roommate. We had no plans to meet but continue on together. We walk in together and upstairs to a bar. Maybe it is in a house or we go to a house later. More people meet up with us.