Such a strange weekend.
Friday, dinner at the Dube, drinks at Chalkie's with folks from work, and then out for dancing at that club on High Street whose name I won't mention.
I got all dressed up and went out, by myself, to meet up with my best friend and his entourage. Well, the entourage didn't show up, and it was me, best friend, and coworker of best friend.
Coworker was busy scouting women. BestFriend was busy looking for guys to go home with... "What about him?" "You can do better!" "No, I can't. I cant have you."
And then 20 minutes of his "I've always loved you but..." and all the reasons we've never dated.
Unnerving to have your best friend tell you how he loves you and will always love you, but will forever be disappointed because you don't feel the same way.
Then, having seen someone I knew from the old days, introducing him to the best friend, and watching them make out at the bar. (Making it #2 for the evening... of the "what about that guy" team)
And, when I had just about recovered from all the reeling -- at closing time -- I made my way downstairs and toward the door, and heard someone calling my name.
I turned around, seeing no one I knew, and kept going. The shouting continued, and then added my last name. I turned around again to face a beautiful, tan, buff boy, about 25 years old with blonde hair and green eyes. I went through the mental list of people I knew: old boyfriends, old tricks, old friends, and old friends' boyfriends and tricks... and came up with nothing.
"Do I know you?" I asked.
"I hope so," he said, "you did grow up in Barnesville, didn't you?"
Still not recognizing him, I replied, "Yeah, but who are you?"
"Trent," he said... and then my whole reality started spinning again. You see, Trent and I were in band together. Sat next to each other. Put up with all the "band geek" jokes. Only, back in high school, Trent was more than kinda heavy. He was a big big man. Which explains why I couldnt recognize him.
We exchanged a little small-talk (what are you doing now, etc), but unfortunately not emails or phone numbers, since we were both being hounded by our friends to leave.
"I'm sure I'll see you again," he said, "we'll talk more then," and he smiled.
Yeah. Weirdness.
Then, back to the best friend's house to play some video games and chill, while I watched him try to arrange a threesome with his two conquests, and his coworker desperately calling the two numbers he got, trying to hook up.
Finally, I just went home. It was too hard to watch. Like a train wreck, you want to watch but at the same time you know you shouldn't. And I didn't.
Saturday was a normal day... aside from Nala getting a new car, our power going out, eating pizza and playing Trivial Pursuit by candlelight, the centipede in the house, and the haunted hankie.
Such craziness.