While spending a lot of quality time with family, I also spend a lot of quality platonic time with The Woman Who Looks Exactly Like Jill Clayburgh, before confessing that I’ve had a crush on her since the first time I saw her in sixth grade.

The confession is like fifty years overdue, and I don’t have any expectations in finally telling her.

Maybe a few thin hopes though. I’m only human.

In the second part, we’re driving on a boulevard and see a stupid guy in a speedy car crash into a white truck and keep going. When he pulls into a parking space we follow.

I assume the role of a small autistic boy to call him out for being a jackass so I won’t have to fight him.

It works. I don’t remember what happens to the truck.

Or the Woman.

In reality we are still at the Henderson Hilton surrounded by all the amazing coffee and food.

The morning after tomorrow we’ll go somewhere else and the trip will be over, and it will be time for a little more more real real life before the next one.