Late Night Skinny Dippin'

For those of you familiar with La Porte, Tx, then the following streets will make sense to you. For those of you who don't know, oh well.

I was making a midnight walk to nowhere in particular, Just a stroll, to enjoy the warm muggy night and the blank dark sky, void of any stars due to the overabundance of man made light in the area. I had just made a left from Sens Rd to Spence highway when I heard voices from behind me. Soon a handful of people passed me, dressed in shorts and t-shirts with towels draped across their shoulders. Excitedly they chatted about a secret lake up ahead where they had planned on skinny dipping. Upon closer observation of these people, I recognized them as people who attended my high school, a year or two ahead of me. I wasn't really friends with any of them then and I didn't want to start being friends with them now. I lowered my head and picked up my pace. In the group was Melissa Griffin, Missy Croupa (something like that), Michael Vaughn, and a few others from the high school theater. I nearly ran into a paper folding screen which had been placed in the middle of the road. I turned around and went back the direction I just came from. Soon I was inside a country club, looking for someone I knew. I spied Bill Shirley, who I paused to exachange a few kisses with. I then grabbed a piggy back ride from him. We passed a table with tiny espresso cups on it. I made him stop walking so I could examine them. One of them had mold growing in it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a man water skiing towards me (with no water in sight), I sprinted down a hallway, leaving Bill at the coffee table, and found myself in the back part of the Continental Club.