I'm sitting in a white living room with three or four other people, on couches, chatting. One is this girl I like, who suddenly gets up and goes into a bathroom attached to the living room, and we can hear her vomiting violently. After a few minutes she comes back in, and I express sympathy with her. She sits sort of on my lap, facing me. As I'm talking, I say something like "but what I'm saying is..." and lean forward and kiss her on the mouth. She kisses me back, and we start heavily making out. I think it occurs to me that she did just get done barfing, but it doesn't bother me. We have been hanging around each other for a while, and it's good to have finally broken the ice.

Later I'm standing around a chopping block like the one my mom has, in the kitchen of the same white-colored house, discussing the my brother Steve our plans for the day.