Thanks, Pete Townsend!

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I was driving along on a country-type road. Sort of. It was like the road in Toys, where there's just grass fields to both sides. We came upon a small parking lot that was oval shaped, sort of like a track (I mean a horse-racing track or a track-and-field track) but smaller. I pulled into the wrong side of the middle thing and went into a spot, thinking how lucky I was to find a spot. Drew, Alice, Colin, Jamie and faceless/bodyless my girlfriend got out. I said, "Wait, we need a stereo!" Colin said, "Well mine would be too big." And I said, "Yeah, mine would be way too loud and just wrong." Alice said, "Oh, mine will work!" So she went away and came back with a box about six inches thick that had a picture of a woofer cone on it. Colin said, "Yeah, those wave radios are pretty good."
With that settled, we walked up to a large building. All of the walls were french doors (I think that's what you call them. They were just windows with small panes that opened like doors.) The doors in the middle were open and there was a crowd/line protruding from them. We walked up and I said "Damn, we'll never get a boat." Alice came out of the building and said, "Dude, we'd have to wait til like 5 or 6 for a boat." (it was 2 at the time) "They said we should just go have a picnic on the field. I said, "Oh well, I guess we'll have to use Pete Townsend's yacht. I have the keys." They all said, "Yeah, oh well."
A short time later, we were all on the yacht and I was at the helm, pulling us out of the harbor.

Thanks Pete Townsend!