Purse party?

My memories of last night are all over the map. (My memories of the previous night are only of dancing dogs. They were in costumes. That's all I can remember.)

My sister was having a purse party, and my cousin Laurie and I are in the car on our way. The clock in the car read 4:25 and we were discussing how she'll be irritated cause we're late.

We're in the drive up at McDonalds, the clock reads 7:25. The drive up lady is smashing our food with her thumb, and making ugly faces like a witch. She was eating our fries as she put them in the bag, and when I complained about the onion rings (which they don't even sell at McDonalds) she smashed her thumb through a chicken nugget to make it a "ring" and said something about credit cards aren't for food.

I'm in a locker room going to the bathroom. My sisters friend Whitney was putting on earrings, telling me to hurry up. When I was finished, I turned and the "toilet" was actually one of those little porta-potty things for toddlers to learn on.


Weird. Just weird.