A Son, A Party, Chalk Art, and Fights

I am single, pregnant, and have a young son named Simon. I don't know when Simon's birthday is or where he is. Then Mom tells me she put him to bed in a trundle bed by my sister's room. I am worried about getting married and think I need to do it soon because I think no man would ever want to marry a girl who has three children.

I go to a party which has friends of mine from the last couple years and from junior high. It is apparently a corporate retreat, because Toby from the Office is there, trying to lead us in a group exercise, which involves drinking from tubes of colored liquid. Some other guy, a big shot who's supposed to replace Toby soon, takes over and changes the exercise slightly because we had apparently been doing it wrong for years- we are supposed to drink more of the stuff than we had been. Then the exercise ends and we all start drinking shot of this stuff just for fun. It turns out to be a liquid candy sort of thing.

Then I take a little boy - probably my son - to some sort of Halloweeny outdoor art show where the artists are random people who draw on blacktop with sidewalk chalk. My brother is one of them and he is making a pretty impressive comic strip.

We are inside again and I am with my mother and my sister when some lady stops us and asks for our names, which she looks up in a name dictionary. She comes up with the usual given meaning for my sister's name but my name is listed as being derived from the name of some sort of medicine. The lady scolds my mother for giving me a name with no meaning or history just because it sounds pretty. Then I get up in her face and yell at her, telling her that my name has been around for at least a hundred years, no, since at least the 1880s, and that it has real meaning- it is created from putting together the Spanish words for sea and laughter. Her sister says that this lady has a real interest in names and has put a lot of study into it. I yell back about how hard I study names and all the sites and books and things I study regularly.

Then I'm in a cafeteria, by a vending machine. Doug's little middle-school aged sister who I've never met is there with her friends, and she says a lot of really mean stuff to me. I go to find Doug to talk to him about it. When I find him he's gone off to be with his wife, Helen. I say that I need to tell him or ask him about something, and as I try to figure out how to put it, one of them says something like, "Oh, his little sister hates you for no reason." Apparently this happens with all his friends.