A visit with old friends turns disastrous for my mother

I was in a small-ish lobby where I was supposed to meet Q.; I was surprising him by dropping by on my way driving through the state of Texas. I ran into Denny - but it wasn't how he looked in real life - before I saw anyone else I knew, though, so he and I went into a back room, sat on one of those athletic trainer tables and had a long conversation to catch up on what we've been doing with our lives since I left.

I heard voices out in the lobby so I wrapped up the conversation with Denny and went out there to see who it was. Q. was there so I ran up to him and gave him a huge hug, he was totally taken aback and really surprised to see me. Then, around the corner to my left, Wade walked in and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. She was shocked to see me and asked what I was doing there; I told her that I'd traveled with a friend to drop her off in San Antonio (no clue who, though) and decided to stop here on my way back to visit with everyone. She was happy to see me but her surprise just made it kind of awkward, so I turned around and Brock and Nowlin were there, oddly. They seemed mad that I was standing next to Q. for whatever reason so I went to go park my car.

The valet told me that he could park my car, no problem. I tipped him, and walked back inside. Denny had come out of the back room and was talking to Q. and Wade, who seemed to have gotten over the surprise and was now happy to see me. She and I caught up for quite some time, then my phone rang. It was my mom wondering where I was, why I wasn't on the road en route to home yet. I told her I'd stopped to see some friends and she got angry because she wanted me to be home immediately. We hung up, then I continued to talk to Wade for a bit before deciding it was time to leave.

I glanced at my watch, saw that it was 8:02 p.m. and sprinted to the valet station outside, but there was a handwritten sign on a piece of neon pink construction paper that said that the valet station closes at 8 p.m. and any cars still parked not only would be there overnight but the owner of cars still parked with them would be charged $80. I freaked out and ran back inside, tried to find someone to see if there was any way that I could get my car - my mother would kill me if I didn't get home, and FAST - but the only people left inside were Wade and Q. They tried to calm me down but they didn't have a solution for getting my car back. Q. pulled me into a hug and told me it would be okay, I could stay with him that night and just tell my mom that I was too exhausted to drive so far to get home and thought that it would be safer if I just stayed where I was for the night. Wade reassured me that this was the best solution.