Monday, September 19, 2005
Soviet Reunion
This weekend involved two unexpected meetings with people I haven't seen in a while. Both of them happened under somewhat strange and unplanned circumstances. If you don't know who these people are, this won't be as funny for you, but you can read about it anyway.
On Saturday afternoon, I went to Tasty Gourmet to pick up a Bacon Turkey Bravo for lunch. As I was making the left turn into the parking lot across the street from Tasty's, some guy pulled up along the curb and blocked 80% of the entrance, leaving me blocking the entire right lane of traffic. The other driver had pulled up in order to back into a parking spot, but the nose of my car was behind him, leaving him with no place to go. It appeared that I would be unable to back up into the main road or go forward into the partially blocked entrance, leaving me stuck as well. I looked over at the driver of the vehicle to try and make some form of communication with him so we could figure out how to get out of this mess we had created, and as the driver and I made contact, we both started laughing. It was none other than Michael "Tully" Tully, driving the same Ford Focus that brought me down through New Orleans and Orlando just a few years ago. He's back from Albany, living in Norwood, visiting Medford, and like me, he couldn't resist the call of Tasty Gourmet.
On Saturday night, I went to The Place with Mike, Lauren and Josh, one of my new roommates. Somehow, it was the first time I had ever been to The Place, but I give it my seal of approval. We showed up at midnight and hung out at the bar for an hour or so, then we hit the dance floor. About a minute after we got out there, I made eye contact with a girl (Woman? Young Woman? Did we ever get that resolved?) and both of us immediately did a double take, then gave what seemed to be a knowing nod of recognition. The dance floor was pretty packed, so we couldn't get over to each other for the time being, but I just assumed we'd see each other later. As predicted, we found each other later and found a few seconds to scream into each other's ear...
Mystery Girl: How do I know you?
Mestee: Are you serious?
Mystery Girl: Yeah, how do I know you?
Befuddled as to how she could forget someone who attended the same elementary school, junior high, high school, and college as her, I decided to shame her even more...
Mestee: Stephanie Ottariano.
Stephanie: (Almost falls over in shock) Oh no! How do I know you?
Mestee: Brian Adams.
Stephanie: Oh my God!
As disappointing as it was that I'm entirely forgettable, it felt good that, for once, I wasn't the jackass in this scenario. Oh, Stephanie, you're even worse with names and faces than I am, which is something that very few people can claim.
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On Saturday afternoon, I went to Tasty Gourmet to pick up a Bacon Turkey Bravo for lunch. As I was making the left turn into the parking lot across the street from Tasty's, some guy pulled up along the curb and blocked 80% of the entrance, leaving me blocking the entire right lane of traffic. The other driver had pulled up in order to back into a parking spot, but the nose of my car was behind him, leaving him with no place to go. It appeared that I would be unable to back up into the main road or go forward into the partially blocked entrance, leaving me stuck as well. I looked over at the driver of the vehicle to try and make some form of communication with him so we could figure out how to get out of this mess we had created, and as the driver and I made contact, we both started laughing. It was none other than Michael "Tully" Tully, driving the same Ford Focus that brought me down through New Orleans and Orlando just a few years ago. He's back from Albany, living in Norwood, visiting Medford, and like me, he couldn't resist the call of Tasty Gourmet.
On Saturday night, I went to The Place with Mike, Lauren and Josh, one of my new roommates. Somehow, it was the first time I had ever been to The Place, but I give it my seal of approval. We showed up at midnight and hung out at the bar for an hour or so, then we hit the dance floor. About a minute after we got out there, I made eye contact with a girl (Woman? Young Woman? Did we ever get that resolved?) and both of us immediately did a double take, then gave what seemed to be a knowing nod of recognition. The dance floor was pretty packed, so we couldn't get over to each other for the time being, but I just assumed we'd see each other later. As predicted, we found each other later and found a few seconds to scream into each other's ear...
Mystery Girl: How do I know you?
Mestee: Are you serious?
Mystery Girl: Yeah, how do I know you?
Befuddled as to how she could forget someone who attended the same elementary school, junior high, high school, and college as her, I decided to shame her even more...
Mestee: Stephanie Ottariano.
Stephanie: (Almost falls over in shock) Oh no! How do I know you?
Mestee: Brian Adams.
Stephanie: Oh my God!
As disappointing as it was that I'm entirely forgettable, it felt good that, for once, I wasn't the jackass in this scenario. Oh, Stephanie, you're even worse with names and faces than I am, which is something that very few people can claim.
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