Beach Party!

I can't for the life of me remember how this dream started. When I first woke up I had it, but it faded quickly. Somewhere in the middle, we were cleaning the house (IRL is covered in dog hair and dirt from our guest and the storms we've been having) and Bill called to say he wouldn't be there that weekend. I guess he was suppose to be??? He won tickets to see "X". I have no idea what that is. So Stephen said he was going to go ahead and go to the all night Texas Hold 'em Tournament (IRL was downtown Mannheim and was Saturday and Sunday, not over night) I said okay that I'd join him sometime during the day. When I got to the beach where it was being held in a big pavillion, there was a HUGE beach party going on, all our people from America and our friends here. It wasn't for us or anything, just happened to be everyone we know (and some people we didn't). I had a hotdog and some chips, I think, but the reason I remember it is because it was on a hamburger bun. Not the hot dog, but the whole meal. It was a dinner plate hamburger bun! And some girl kept coming over and grabbing chips. "THANKS!!!" she'd say and I would scowl at her.