Oh, Hell No.

I feel like I haven't even been writing this blog long enough to write an entry like this yet.

So Drum Jam on Friday night. I meet up with friends there, we are hanging out and having fun. There is lots of dancing involved....suddenly as I cross the room I run in to none other than Shirley himself who gives me this incredibly akward hug and says "Its so great to see you again." I replied with a polite response that now slips my mind and quickly made my way back to my group. But at the end of the night he showed up again to give me another akward hug, at which point I became increasingly interested in my friends accordion and how it worked. He, after a while of not getting the hint, said "It was nice seeing you again" and I said something vaguely similar and  he left. So was that completely rude and callous of me to blow him off or did I really do him a favor? Oh well either way it made my night easier.

Following the drum jam we hit up a local pub, and I am sitting enjoying a laugh and a good time with my friends when Vegas' best buddy walks by. No good story here I never spoke with him, just the fact that he happened to be present in the same evening kind of burns me.

OK, really?? I have to be haunted by two past encounters in one night? This is your twisted idea of a good time on a Friday night? Try harder!