Saturday, July 29, 2006
1) I'm on some kind of cross-country bus ride with a bunch of other military people. We stay in a hotel, and the next morning, we stop at some local diner for breakfast. I'm the first one in, and I tell the hostess/waitress that there's about forty of us. She rolls her eyes, and I feel really bad. I see Mike walk in behind me and sit at a table.