Last night I re-met two people. I went to my old haunt and to have a couple of beers. As I was talking to the bar tender this guys sits down next to me. We end up shooting the shit for a couple of hours. About an hour or so into the conversation I realize that I had met this guy before, sometime earlier this summer. It was something about his political views and his knowledge of literature that started ringing bells. I brought this up to him – that I thought we had met before. He wouldn’t confirm it though. After talking for another half-hour or so, and after I brought up Ayn Rand, he agreed, and said he remembers having met me. But it was real foggy for both of us and could have been psychosomatic. I really feel like I met him before though.

Afterward I went over to the hippie bar. The bar was full, so I got a drink and then went and sat at a table in the corner and people watched. A girl came up, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Hubs?” I acted like I knew who she was but couldn’t put it together. I thought that maybe she was a friend of my brothers. So, I faked it. She said that she saw me sitting alone and that I should join her. So I followed her over to her table and she introduced me to another stranger (this one I wasn’t supposed to know). As soon as we sat down she mentioned a funeral that she just went to recently. That’s when it hit me that I had met her at the haunt just before christmas, right after she had found out a friend died. I tried to cheer her up a bit and we hit it off pretty well. She looked a little different though (and I was a little drunk). It was cool of her to invite me over to there table. I couldn’t quite tell if the other guy was her boyfriend or just a friend but I felt like a bit of a third wheel when she once came back with just two shots. Anyway, it was nice to have the company. We ended the night with one of those awkward handshake-hug things.