Jackie, Spain, heels

Date: 3/28/2018

I remember I was rooming with three other people, including Thomas (a guy in my jazz choir). We were in Spain, and we left our room. Next to our room was a honeymoon suite, and it had 4 hot tubs. But before we could get in, an alarm went off, and we all ran back to our room. Of course there were cameras, so management came to our room. We stalled them, and I think they believed us even though I knew there were cameras. It looked like they were about to leave, when one of the managers went to Thomas’s bed and pulled out a big bag of weed. She said something along the lines of “I’ll have to file a drug find paper on you, but at least I get weed for a week.” Suddenly, we were outside, and my old tour guide from Spain, Jackie, was there. I was wearing a pair of boots that I have in real life, but the heels were different heights by like 2”. It was really annoying, so I somehow took off a piece of the taller one, but it was still uneven. To balance myself while doing this, I put my hand on Jackie’s shoulder. (I had a really big crush on her because I’m gay as hell). Once I had finished trying to level my heels, we kept walking. We slowly drifted closer, and we brushed hands. Soon enough we were holding hands. Next thing I remember is crossing a street with her, and sitting down to have lunch. Maybe we kissed.