I'm on vacation at a sort of resort with a variety of familiar people. There is a concert there, and Joe and I are sitting on a lawn waiting for it to begin. The lawn is beautiful and green, and we seem to be inside an old red sandstone castle.

The crowd around us are dark people who look like Indians, and the nearest one, sitting beside us, is a woman in a bright sari who is holding a tiny baby, cradled deep in her breast. We can only see a small part of the baby, but it seems to have an extensive scar, as if a strip of skin had been peeled down the back of his head and continuing all the way down his back. Joe is kind of cooing at the baby and the woman offers him to Joe to hold, and he takes it reluctantly.

The baby turns into a large beetle with huge mandibles and immediately starts biting his hand, right across the palm between the fingers and thumb. It doesn't seem to hurt him, and he laughs rather awkwardly and clearly doesn't want to hold the thing.

Later we are hanging around in a bar at the resort. Scott is there, sitting across the bar from me, and the waitress pours two shot glasses for us. I ask him what it is, and he says he bought us both a celebratory tequila. I am hesitant to drink, but in a show of participatory enthusiasm I slide his glass across the bar toward him, but I push it way too hard and it flies off the bar on the other side, and falls on the floor but doesn't break.

There is a waitress back there who will probably pick it up, but another waitress behind me says rather meanly that whoever dropped it should pick it up. I go all the way around the bar and get it, but I decide that wasn't very nice so I don't give her a tip.

Just outside the bar is a patio, and there a table where a huge fat man usually sits, but all this time he's been in the bar watching the incident with the tequila. He might have even bought the tequila - we're not sure. But he left a big plate of cookies on his patio table, and thinking he can't see me from inside, I grab a chocolate cookie. Then I realize that from his position, he can't see where I'm standing, but he can see the table, so clearly he saw my hand reach into his field of view and grab a cookie. I lean in and look over, and he's watching. How awkward!

I think Leah is also there. We've done everything there is to do at the resort, and we still have a couple days of our week vacation, so we're looking for more things to do.