Fan hangout

So this starts off with me and some friends hanging out. There were others too who influenced some of our fandoms. It was sunny out and I was determined to go to this creek/ run off that I loved going to as a child. I don't think we ever made it over there. From there it became dark and I was in the back yard of the old house. I loved playing in that yard when I was younger, but it defiantly was a great hangout too when I was a bit older. Anyway, it looked to be fairly late in the evening and for whatever reason, I'm still not sure what, I was hanging out with the GAC guys. And I was hearing the neighbor on the right (if you faced the house from the front) talking really loudly and occasionally yelling. At some point we got up from laying around the yard to go to some show. I knew my dad was going and another of his buddies had gotten other tickets to go as well. It felt like they had panicked and now had 2 sets. I recall telling them to sell a set, but then realized I wouldn't be able to get in if they did. But I also felt like I didn't want to bother anyone about it, you know- It's an awkward feeling. So from there I end up leaving and walk around with my sister and her boyfriend through this little strip, passing what looks like restaurants and the like when we end up walking through one that seems to have almost no real room to walk around in. Someone passes and I accidentally knock something over. For whatever reason I couldn't walk away and I am the one who ends up picking up what fell over. Turned out to be a huge stack of dirty dishes. And then I find old year books that had some food splattered on them and I end up trying to clean those off. But the books look suspiciously like mine. And I am confused by this because I didn't have to clean up that mess as it was the other person's fault yet I just did.