I had one of those nights last night that felt like college de
ja vu that I had not expected for a random
Tuesday night in October. You remember college, where you go out on a random weeknight and end up nowhere near where you started or intended. It started out with me deciding to go out for a few, why sit home alone, and watch an open mic with two pals. Good times. Then after the open mic, say 10:30 or so we decide to stop by another bar on the way home to pic up some produce. Just so happens that we all know quite a few people at the bar and end up closing the second bar, me, my two friends and the produce salesman. Quite the photo.
At a much later time my one of the pals reveals that she was always intimidated by the salesman and thought it was great how I can just chat with anyone. Seriously, whats to be intimidating.... he has more facial jewelry and gear on his head than 5 of my girlfriends on a Saturday night combine. I lost count.Back on track... Now the four of us are driving to the salesman's apt to pick up the
groceries. Ironically enough he lives near my apartment and I
immediately suggest we brunch. I love brunch, you can never have too many people to brunch with. There is good breakfast food in our neighborhood.
The salesman lives on the less appealing side of town and we walk to his apartment, the classic New England two family run down rental. Now this apartment has now lawn and makes the worst guys college
apartment/ frat house seem nice. There is a
TV that is bigger than me, 2 cats, a dog and some sort of dinosaur lizard living in an
aquarium.
His
roommates are cooking a 3 course meal when we walk in at 2 am and give us all the blank stare as we are introduced. We go up to his room and sample his groceries. His room is a small attic convert that has a micro fridge in the crawl space, that I'm guessing would be considered a closet.
Sorry I notice odd details, too many to list here. Now it is time to go, the pals and I are a mess. You know it was an unexpected late night... On the drive home we are laughing and comparing the night to college, how we all met.
When I got home, ate some cold
Indian food and had a conversation with
Chowdah, my dog. All while thinking
why in the hell am I having a six minute conversation with the dog... I should really call Hurricane and let her laugh at this... Now I cannot sleep for some reason and am watching an infomercial about Jesus and how if I call in now and talk to an Angel of Hope I can walk with his people. Turns out in my less than 4 hours of sleep I have strange rapidly segmented dreams about the following things: a lesbian hook up, that I oversleep and missed an appointment, and one about the time I had sex outside the campus police building in college... One would think my dreams would be more pure.
WTF?! Turns out the pals had really strange dreams too and couldn't sleep either.
Despite his hot photo and writing skills I just cant seem to give him a chance. If you are too intimidated to post a photo the chance of me not eating you alive is slim.
