Broken Tea Kettles & Stolen Roses

I'm in this house, but it's the same house that I was in sorta having sex with that guy in a couple weeks ago. I realize that it's S.H.'s house, an old friend that I fell out of contact with cuz she was getting way too screwed up with substance/alcohol abuse problems. I'm playing with the girls, and they're happy to see me. When I leave, I look back at the house, garbage piled all over the front steps, cigarette butts, junk & broken toys everywhere. It makes me sad, but I keep walking anyhow.

Now I'm back in this house, but it belongs to L&M. I'm doing dishes, and for some reason, have my tea kettle with me. I'm unloading the dishwasher, and notice that a piece of the kettle has come off. D. is there, he just got back from work, and is all dirty & stuff. We tell him that we need to go for a ride, and get in this SUV and drive to Vancouver. We are taking him to a hotel to have a nice shower, and get changed into a tuxedo. I don't know why, but we're all quite excited. I reach up out of the window, high high up, and break a rose off a rose tree. The trees are growing roses upside down, and I get a particularly nice pink/grey one that he can pin to his lapel later. We get to the hotel - it's the Ivanhoe, and M. is making a sketchy deal with the doorman. I wonder if the man thinks that L&I are hos, cuz M. says we only need the room for a little while.

We're in the room, but suddenly, I'm alone. There is mismatched furniture everywhere - some of it is old & expensive looking, others are chintzy. The walls are painted a yucky salmon pate kind of pink, and there is grandma wallpaper & bedding. There are three beds, and the room is quite large. I feel like I might have to jump out the window & run away, so I open it and look at my options. I hear someone coming on the roof, so I reach up & slide the window shut, lock it, and lie against the wall (naked) hoping that nobody will look into the room so hard. It's a guy, with red hair & a handlebar moustache, and he is, indeed, looking for me in my room. I hear him call to another guy "Nope, no one here!" and walk away. I breathe a sigh of relief, and am thankful that I didn't accidentally wiggle the curtains while closing the windows, cuz that would have tipped him off.

I'm in my old house in Chilly by the river. I have a new little mahogany bookcase, and am trying to find out where I should put it. I move it around, and someone keeps saying "No, no, no...." until finally, we find the right place, "Yes, right there!" I go to do something on the stove, and oddly enough, the kettle from earlier makes a reappearance. I try to run water into it, but find out that the bottom has also fallen out of it. I'm pissed, cuz I know that it's going to be awhile since I see L&M again, and they have the bottom of my tea kettle. I weigh my options, and decide that while it's not as swanky, I can always boil water in a saucepan if I need to.