Jumbled Mess

everything is jumbled and fading fast. What I remember:

Four IBP company members, standing in a row, on an old-fashioned proscenium stage. I can't identify which company members they are, because they all look like Spanky Hamm from Drawn Together. They're all naked except for a metal codpiece. The third company member/Spanky Hamm has a codpiece with an oversized coin slot. They are waiting for me to do something.

Kirk and I are in Hamman Hall at Rice U, waiting to see a Pussycat Dolls performance. It's important, even crucial that we get in to see the show. It's even more important that we have ice cream before we take our seats, though, so we go over to the ice cream bar even though the show is about to start. Beyond the ice cream bar is a vast meadow, complete with sun shining, birds chirping, small woodland creatures romping without ever pooping, but I need to get ice cream and go into the show, so I try to ignore the meadow and get my treat. The server is slow. It takes him forever to put the ice cream in the damn bowls. When he's done, I realize that I need some crunchy sprinkles. More waiting. More mess. It's maddening, waiting for my ice cream, but I have to have it. We miss the entire performance.

I'm at the Axiom. Tamarie comes in wearing aviator goggles, outlandish make up and multiple corsages that look like they may have been awards of some kind at a 4-H Club. She and Elaine have just gotten wasted at Rudz. She giggles and runs away, and I get out her yoga mat. The walls of the Axiom dissolve, and I'm too embarrassed to do yoga where people might see me.

Crumbling walls. Lots of mirrors that aren't actually mirrors when I get up close to them - just pieces of cheap glass leaned against a darkly painted wall. I can hear voices through vents. Are they talking about me?