It's fair weather and close to suppertime. They are coming from a party; it's right behind her by the open windows. She went over there with the whole group; a waitress, a beer handler or something, a bunch of friends, and they are coming back to tell us about it.
Looks like they have a good story to tell. “What do you think happened?” It went all to hell. “Ooffda! That's terrible.” I'll never go there again, but she's smiling; “looks like she had fun!” She's a mess; she was at the bar too long. “That's some kind of hairdo!”, “Can't be her hair, must be streamers”. “She looks like she's 70.” Her glasses are off and she doesn't have any beads on. They told her to take them off. “Maybe shes going to bed and she took all her jewelry off, but she is still on the street.” “Maybe she is a part of the parade clean up crew.” Some of her teeth are missing. “She looks like she is laughing because the white car bumped into the other car, which could have been done on purpose.”
That doesn't look like LA; she's on the street somewhere. It's not a very good street, it's kinda broke up. It's noisy as heck down there. Bands are playing, sometimes it's a single guy playing. There are lines for parking bikes, but you can't park cars there - no trespassing, no parking - don't leave anything alone. The rich people get to have their cars right in front. They're going to eat now going to feed 'em but there aren't many places around. They got in the car and went home. “Why not? It's over.” “Do what you have to do.” They're cleaning the place up. “Next time come to our house in WI. Oh boy!”