far from high school nostalgia

I graduated high school 8 years ago, though somehow I was back again for a reunion of sorts... with my parents in tow. I remember walking around and seeing all these kids – who hadn't aged a bit – talking amongst themselves. I was never friends with any of them, so I just kind of made rounds. Everyone was to go to this large site off campus for beers, so I decided I would go along. It was weird trying to interact with them in general, but having my parents and little brother with me also cast me as even more of an outsider. I saw one woman from my graduate school who didn't go to my high school, but in my dream she did. Her hair had begun to fall out, but she was ever cheerful. I made conversation with her briefly. One group of guys told me they were going to this bar called On the Rocks, which actually closed down years ago due to getting caught letting underage kids in. I told them I'd meet them there. My parents had left to go home – apparently by walking. I told my brother that it's unacceptable that we let them walk and that we should drive them home. I schmooze some more and make my way into the parking lot as the crowd dispersed. I'm driving around on one of those collapsable scooters – falling constantly. Toward the end of the parking lot I see this kid Ben, with whom I was always at odds with, getting into an orange with black zebra stripes F-150 car. I ask him if he's going to On the Rocks and he affirms. I call my dad to see where he is and no answer. I call my mom and she picks up and apologizes that she couldn't get to her phone sooner, even though she picked up after two rings. I ask if they are walking even though I hear music in the background (Babel soundtrack) and she responds that Josh is driving them. I tell her to tell him to scoop me up when he's done.