Bad Servers Get Better Tips

I was at a party of some sort with my family. Anastasia was there, and she was acting crazy. There were a lot of other people from the church there. I remember 'Stasia going to the bathroom a couple times, and i may have said something about it. At some point, she became the center of attention. She was being really loud, and different people seemed to be trying to "help" her...like...psychologically. I remember Jim Glynn and Tony Manzo specifically trying. I also remember Natalie Manzo being friends with 'Stasia there. At one point, 'Stasia seemed to be afraid of the color blue, but she called it something else. It was a word that Tony used while giving her advice that started with a P, and she decided it was going to be synonymous with the color blue. It wasn't a complicated word. It was something simple like "Plans." At the time, pretty much everyone around her was wearing blue, so she shouted the P-word at them and backed away. I believe we were in San Diego again, and there was a girl there who had just moved from Laguna Beach. It was a sore subject for her because people in her neighborhood accused her of being something bad. Somebody said something about being former mormons. They were blowing up a bounce house at some point, and i said, "ooh! a bounce house!" Someone was testing it while they were blowing it up, and he wasn't bouncing very high, so i said, "well, a HOUSE anyway..." We left before dinner was served because my dad wanted to go to some restaurant called the Beefcutter. I thought this was really weird because my dad always hated going to expensive restaurants like that. It was just me, my mom, and my dad. I was kindof excited because i figured if my dad was willing to goto a place like this, it must be REALLY good, and he seemed to say something like that place was usually the highlight of his day when he went there (and he only went there when he was already out having fun, so that was saying a lot). I was eating my food, and i took a sip of milk (which my mom had already said tasted weird), and it was chunky. The waitress came by shortly after that and asked if we wanted some COLD milk. "Perfect timing," i thought. I was looking forward to the new milk. As the waitress was walking away, my dad said something like, "I've had better milk than that that was CURDLED." Apparently, the waitress heard him because she shouted something back. This turned into a bit of a verbal war. I was embarrassed that my dad was doing this, and i also thought it was odd that the waitress was doing this. It seemed like very irregular behavior for a waitress. I wanted to leave her a really big tip for putting up with my dad, and it seemed like she was having a really bad day already. I didn't know how i would do it, though, because i wouldn't be able to let my dad see. There was some more confusion involving the milk, long story short, we never got it. We got the check, and my mom and i left while my dad took care of it (he was also going to try and get a free meal out of it for next time). As my mom and i were walking away, we passed a waitress, and i thought it was ours, so i wanted to give her the fifty dollar bill in my wallet, but i wasn't sure if it was her, so i didn't. As my mom and i got further away, i started to think that the restaurant people were going to kill my dad. Then, i started smiling because i realized he was already dead, and this was all a dream. That's about when i woke up.