FryingMan

+ scenes from a ski hill at a downhill skiing resort. Skiiers are swooshing down the hill, some going dangerously fast.

+ I'm getting off public transport (metro?) with my motorcycle. A bunch of people are mulling about the bottom of a deep large rectangular stairwell. I look up and can see the buildings outside in the light. I don't see how I'm going to get my bike up there. In the end I start just pushing it up the stairs, and I seem to be able to manage it. A friend of mind starts telling me how my other friends (who are the Srs twins, who are performing?) don't like it when there are disturbances in the middle of the show, and goes into a long offer about storing my bike and getting it back to me the next day. I don't want to do this so I keep it with my.

Walking through the open ampitheater seating full of people, there is a free area that I know has been reserved for us by the friend-performers. It's near the top. I look for a place to store my bike. Just beyond the top of the rim of the seating area is a place where others have stored their bicycles. I see several bicycles lying on their sides taking up the space, I don't see an open space for my motorcycle.

As I head back to our seating, I overhear a snippet of conversation between two women [forgot].