In Which We Have A Grand Time

We are all in Aaron's Ford Explorer: Sally, Holly, Anna, Kellen, Andrew, Aaron, Courtney and myself. It is early morning, they are all eager to be off. I race back from buying a granola bar from a vending machine underneath a stand of trees and hop into the moving car.

We arrive at a store. The entryway is a little dumpy, dusty, and crammed with useless stuff. Everything is a faded grey-brown. Moving into the next room, the treelike architecture remains, but the rooms are white and very spacious. The ambient lighting seems to emanate from the floor. There are display stands of shoes, and out on the balcony there are designer suits an strings of beads. It seems that there is some sort of high-class function going on, like an art show but with clothing. A large man in a purple suit sips his martini while his buxom blonde companion laughs at a private joke.

We are done shopping, people seem to have gotten what they need. We pile back into the car, and Courtney drives us off into the woods. I sit behind the driver's seat, and on a tray table in front of me there is a touchpad, like on a laptop. Courtney jokingly lets go of the wheel, and I find that by pretending there is a small steering wheel flat on the touchpad, I can control the car with my pointer fingers. I push forward, and the car lurches onto the road. Everyone seems to think Courtney is still driving, so she puts her hands in the air. Everyone screams delightedly as I clumsily speed us down a dirt road through trees.