Terry's Bat Mitzvah

Last night I dreamed that I was going to attend a bat mitzvah for Terry, a gay male/transgender friend from college. I was excited because it seemed like a beautiful thing to celebrate. There was going to be food served, but the way it had been arranged is that to get one's serving of food for the reception/after party, each person had a pre-paid (by Terry's family) choice to pick up at Zabar's (the heavenly gourmet grocery on the upper-west side for Jews and Jew-wannabes). I liked this idea a lot and went to Zabar's but the woman behind the counter was cold and told me that there was nothing left for me. I was pissed off and thought of making a scene. I imagined in my head what I would do and whether it would be worth it. Then I went to the bat mitzvah. To get to the bat mitzvah I had to walk down a dark set of steps and up another dark set of steps. It was somewhat scary.

Addendum: Oh, I just remembered, while doing my swim post, another very central part of the dream: I lost my silver swim bag (with my suit and hair gel, etc.) while I was underneath that dark tunnel going to the bat mitzvah. In the dream the silver bag had all my money and other stuff in it too. When I remembered that I lost my silver purse (that my mom got me in Paris actually), I thought of going back to get it, but negotiating myself into that tunnel seemed difficult, and I figured it was probably already stolen. I think that I checked the tunnel, and it was indeed gone, a great disappointment.