Today was the couples shower for Jay and Karen, so right after work we had to drive an hour out to go this great house and celebrate them. No big.
Then afterwards we decided to bar hop and try to be like the twenty-somethings we are. No big.
Of course, I'm pretty much a novice at the bar scene and have only recently realized that what I have is an alcohol allergy, so my personal prohibition doesn't really match the bar hopping lifestyle. But I reason that there's always bar food and bar camaraderie. It was at our second stop of the night for tapas that some guy asked to sit at our table with us. He was polite and asked, and us being too polite we let him. I guess it could be our fault, but when the conversation started to drag, I started my sister's game of Hard Hitting Questions!
This was well intended as I meant to get a better judgement of his character, but it started to dawn on me that he's too inebriated to care about anything in the hypothetical situations I posed to him. He mostly just wanted to escape these hypothetical universes, whereas I was getting upset that he wasn't answering properly.
We left that bar and went to another one nearby. It was pretty cool. Rugby was on and it seemed relatively friendly. Guess who walks in but that guy! He sat with us for a while, and while he did his best to suggest that he was not following us, we remained unconvinced. He kept telling us that he lived nearby and came there often and didn't mean to run into us. Weren't we saying that we were going somewhere else?
Oh sure, he remembers that part of the conversation, but he can't fathom fake situations in life that would allow us to judge him as a person?
He left before I could ask him anymore hard-hitting questions.
