The kitkatklub

LH and I are in a museum. We are making our way through dark passageways and scores of tourists. Sometimes I am with her in the museum and sometimes I am outside scaling the walls. I am jumping over concrete barriers and climbing through bushes and vines. Sometimes I look back and see that there was an easier way to get through where I was and that I had taken the long way. LH and I walk through a door and find ourselves in the main room of the museum where people enter. I see families with children and balloons. The ceiling is glass and above us appears to be ocean. There are beautiful colored fish swimming above us. The doors are designed to be the mouth of an animal - like a giant version of the cartoon where the *jack benny* mouse takes his wife to the *kitkatclub*. The breadth and height of the room and mouth are just stunning. There are even stalactite canine teeth hanging down from the ceiling.

I am driving through the streets and I am speeding through yellow lights. When we get to the park it's no longer me driving, but V. There is no parking, but he says "bob" told him a secret underground place to park and he backs the convertible expertly into a narrow doorway and pushes it with no gas around tight curves into a parking space. When we climb the steps, they open out onto a green grassy field and the dogs go running as fast as they can. As I watch them go I am thinking that it's nice not to have to worry about them. A mother is playing with her children who have yellow balloons, and she doesn't even turn around as the dogs run past her. We walk to a snack bar and order beer. I order a beer that has a Latin name and it is heavy and delicious and perfect for the warm weather. V says that *bob* is outside with the dogs. I don't know *bob* but I see him through the glass and he looks familiar. I don't know who we are with but they are all men and the table is full.