& that's the way life goes

I’m clicking around Facebook thinking how I really don’t feel like blogging.  Sure I have things I want to share.  Like how I adore Jenni and we had a fabulous time at dinner last night, with the exception of a server who didn’t care to give us any attention and wanted to rush us out ASAP.  Did we smell?  I didn’t think so.

Or a bunch of us girls are going to see Alice in Wonderland and grab dinner next week.   But I don’t feel very verbal.

Right, so now I’ve told you those things.  But what made me write a post was where I ended up on Facebook.

A little backstory…

There is this guy that I stumbled across by accident awhile ago on someone I worked with in college’s page.  I knew him when I was little, like 10.  His grandma lived next door to my great aunt.  We were penpals for a second when his family moved to Saudi Arabia.  Yeah.  Saudi Arabia.  One summer he chased me around my aunt’s house with his trombone and I locked myself in the bathroom.  We also played a game of Trivial Pursuit.  He was smart for a kid his age and I guess  I was too cuz I could hang.

Anyhow. Quite by accident I came across his music page.  I was like no way it can’t be the same DL.  (I would totally link to him but this is kind of my safe haven from IRL people.  If you want to check it out email me/twitter me and I’ll send you the link.)  It was.  I sent him a quick message just saying something along the lines of you probably don’t remember but your grandma lived next door to my aunt blah blah blah.  Honestly, I don’t think he remembered who I was but that’s cool.   In certain areas I have a memory like an elephant (is that the saying?).

Wow this is taking a long time to tell.  Hang in there ok?

So I’m clicking around Facebook this afternoon and I saw his page in my fan pages  so I”m checking it out again along with his band pictures and I had the urge to pick up the phone and call my mom.  What?! That doesn’t happen often but I kinda forgot for a milisecond that I can’t do that.   I think she’d get a kick out looking at his artist page.  He was an interesting dude.  Hello, he lived in Saudi Arabia when he was like 11 and from what it says on his page he’s moved to many different places.  Secretly, I think my mom hoped we would date sometime.

It’s just weird when things like that happen.  It’s like I have a brain lapse and it’s kind of a pain (no pun intended) to have to face reality.

Way to make a short story long huh?

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