Wes Anderson Encounter

Date: 9/24/2019

I woke up to find myself in an eccentric old hotel where the only guests were my two lawyer friends, except both of them had given that up to join an acting troupe. While one friend battled with getting this very hipster method actor girl to like him, the other dealt with a number of encounters with his rough and rumble deadbeat Australian father ala The Dude from Lebowski (dressed as such) who was trying to ride on the coat tails of his sons minimal success in this troupe. Encounters included drinking pineapple Bacardi breezers with raw eggs in them with the father son duo while they hammered out their differences, getting this girl to notice my friend, being forced on stage by the two friends after their act falls flat in front of a half empty theatre and passing out on stage after semi suffocating by hiding under a blanket from them because I'm not an actor, getting drunk on Bacardi egg breezers and throwing up on myself in my sleep, meeting a ghost (?) then falling for the same girl as my friend after she nonchalantly helped me clean the vomit off my clothes. She didn't like either of us in the end. All of this happened in a very quiet, awkward way.