Then, I was in my car with a girl friend in the front seat and Fla.-J in the backseat. We were going to a party but I was upset with Fla.-J so I didn't really talk to him at all. We got to the party and my friend and I hopped out of the car and went in, I didn't wait for Fla.-J. It was a pool party but I hadn't brought my bathing suit; I stood on the pool deck and chatted with some coworkers from Sacramento. There also were some coworkers from San Antonio so I went to say hi to them, but then the party morphed to being at my house. For some reason, I had to wash my shirt - I think I'd spilled something on it - but the laundry room was empty. My mom walked in just then and I asked her where the washer and dryer were. She told me that when she and my dad recently remodeled the house, they put the laundry room in the pool house. I gave her an odd look because that is such a weird place for the units to be, especially since we have a laundry room in the house, but she'd already gone back to the party.
I eventually went outside again and someone had put yellow plastic chain links between the two pools on the narrow strip of deck between them because it was too dangerous and people kept falling.

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