I was at some competition and I only remember being inside and competing briefly. Definitely people spinning flags and such and we came out and Joelle was upset because everytime a judge looked at her the flag score went down. She thought it was a vendetta but I told her that as long as she was there the probability of doing something wrong increased. She was shorter than me for some reason but in real life is taller. I don't know what I was playing, seemed to be percussion but I wasn't carrying anything.
another: I was in an apartment in NYC with my parents, a really comfortably furnished one, like from a woody allen movie. We were disagreeing about food. Spaghetti comes to mind.
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