I'm hanging out in Paul McCartney's apartment, eating leftovers from a party--cheesecake, chips, etc. I remember that I need to get a pie server--they have a nice one. Every time I serve pie, the first piece is always a mess . . .

There's a permanent Christmas tree set up on a table, an artificial one made out of something like crepe paper. There is a pile of styrofoam angel ornaments on the table next to it, and I know they must represent his wife. I put a couple on the tree, then think maybe I shouldn't have. I don't know whether to ask or not.

I want to ask where his girlfriend is, then think maybe I shouldn't ask about that, either.

I was helping someone with a wedding; it was a "beach" wedding, but it was inside a church. It was supposed to be at 3:30, which was kind of a problem since I was supposed to be at work at that time. I called the church and tried to change it, but there was nothing else available. Since I couldn't get there right on time, a friend of mine went over first and did a few things; I thought I should pay her something for helping, and when I asked her how much she wanted (mistake), she said $100.

I had only been planning on charging $50/hour, but after she said that, I thought I should probably be charging $100/hour.

The church was having some major construction going on, and when I got there, I had to climb over a bunch of stuff to get in, and then it turned out we were in the wrong place, and would have to climb back out again. The hole I had climbed out of was small, though, and high up, i.e., I could get out, but not back in.

Dave was there, and we were trying to figure out if he could boost me up, but I was afraid.

The "beach" motif was represented by a turquoise blue and pale orange design--kind of a helix shape--painted on the floor of the church, and a little sand scattered around.

I was suddenly afraid that someone was going to steal my money, so I was dividing it up into little packets, putting rubberbands around them, and putting them into small metal boxes, and then into the freezer. At the same time, I was realizing that that was kind of dumb, and it wouldn't be too difficult to find it--after all, everyone stores their money in the freezer--but it seemed like a good idea at the time.