Was bartending at Uncle Bently’s again, but just for an evening. At first, hardly anyone was there, but then suddenly, people just piled in. I couldn’t hear or understand what customers wanted and they ordered drinks I didn’t know how to make. We ran out of glasses, and the sinks were completely full of glasses and silverware. The silverware thing was odd since we didn’t serve food. Rusty and a friend came in, but it was dark and I had a hard time actually seeing them. Mom and dad were there. Mom ordered a Coke and dad ordered a rum and coke. I kept trying to make dad’s drink but kept messing it up.
I hate inadequacy dreams.