Dave, Vanessa, and I went to Lou B's place, but instead of it being a townhouse, it was a penthouse apartment in a tall building. The four of us started playing "Flirting With Disaster" or something similar to it. I decided it would be a fun opportunity to experiment with my bass line a little bit. By the fifth or sixth measure, however, Lou was troubled by something and stopped us playing. He said he needed to get another person over to sit and listen, because right now we were missing a "top control" (i.e. someone to supervise and make judgement calls on the song performance).
I noticed that Dave had a blotch on his skin that reminded me of something I had noticed on my dad recently. I asked him about it and he said he wasn't sure what it was. He pointed out that I had something similar. I looked at the top of my right wrist, and indeed, I had a huge blotch, shaped somewhat like a simplified rendition of a neuron, and almost the size of my entire hand. Near the middle was a scab, which I had also seen on Dave's blotch. It turned out that Vanessa had similar blotches too. I speculated that there was something going round, and guessed that if everyone was getting it, it probably wasn't a big deal.
Lou, meanwhile, was commenting how the door to the roof (straight out to the roof, no stairs up, since apparently, the roof was the same floor as this apartment) used to be a window until he had it changed.
Then, for some reason, I went down to street level and was trying to call a plumber to go look at Lou's apartment. I saw a plumbing van parked across the street and called the number on it. They asked for the address and I gave them the building's street number, but trailed off trying to remember the suite number. They said they were busy but they forwarded me to a different plumbing company so they could take the job.
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