I was outside a ski shop with a bunch of people from high school: Bruce, Lenny, Sheila, Justin, and maybe John.  The main idea was that a bunch of us were there and considering whether to participate in this particular activity or event that the shop was putting on.  The crux of it was that it was like a ski race, and it was after normal store hours, like starting in the evening.  It seemed like it might be fun, but the downside of it was that we knew it would mean quite a lot of standing around doing nothing in the time before and after actually doing the fun part.  This was seen as kind of a bummer, since we all were hoping for an evening more full of action.  I recall having a set of green skis that I would need to decide whether to either use for the event or else return to the shop.  I decided to survey my friends,  who were sitting at picnic tables, to get a sense of what everyone wanted to do.  Bruce was like ‘meh’; Lenny said he was heading up to a different mountain altogether to do some night-skiing; the place was near Seattle.  It was Friday afternoon at the time, so I suspected he was planning to make a weekend out of it.

Basically, there was nothing to do with friends at that immediate juncture, but I recalled having discussed hanging out with Sheila.  I found her and proposed we hang out in the afternoon, in an effort to extend our window of time together.  She already had a prior obligation, however, like baby-sitting or something like that, but she was very clear that she wanted to still get together at 10 pm.  This expression from her also came with a quick, but quite suggestive kiss, which gave me a very clear idea of what would be on the docket for that evening if/when we got together.  So, given all that information, I decided to just hang-tight and looked forward to the meetup with Sheila later on.

About