It was bound to happen at some point. In fact, I’m surprised it took this long. DC is only so big, after all.
No, I didn’t run into an ex. I’m probably jinxing myself now, but I’ve actually managed to avoid any awkward encounters of that nature.
No, this one was a sorority sister. She was a year ahead of me in school and, while we were friendly, we were never truly that close. I knew in the back of my mind that she’d been in DC since graduation (for grad school), but didn’t ever really figure that we would cross paths.
So, last night at the bar, I played dumb for a little bit. I saw Ms. M shortly after we took the seats that had been saved for us. I only saw one other person that I vaguely recognized from school, so I thought that maybe the situation would just pass, and I could avoid all of the, “Oh my god! How are you? I didn’t know you were here! What are you doing?” chit chat.
Because, despite the fact that I do like Ms. M, I just didn’t have a whole lot to say – other than the standard 2-3 minute spiel about why I’m in DC and what I plan to do with my life. (Actually, it shouldn’t even take that long, considering that the honest answer is: “Hell if I know.”)
But then, she spotted me. Busted. And really, the whole encounter would have been fine. We each gave our little updates and asked about the people that the other was with. I let out my inner sorority girl and we gossiped chatted about who else we kept in touch with, where they were, what they were doing, and who was about to get engaged.
It would have been fine if I hadn’t been trying to watch the Phillies win Game 1 of the NLCS against the Dodgers!
I didn’t want to be rude. I didn’t want to say, “I’m sorry I can’t talk right now, I’m busy yelling at the TV.” (Actually, that’s not accurate. I did want to say that – I just knew it would be frowned upon.) I was trying to focus on what she was saying, but I probably looked like I had a lazy eye, as I kept peering to the left to see what my boys were doing. Priorities, you know.
Politeness won out last night, but if every game in this series is that nerve-wracking I can’t promise that common courtesy will prevail. Consider this my advanced apology.
Or, just beware if you see me out in my Phillies t-shirt, eyes glued to the bar’s TV screen.
Although, I suppose the obscenities flying out of my mouth could be enough of a deterrent. Who’s to say?
Happy Friday!
Be lucky the Dodgers don’t have the Braves’ rotation. You guys would be in trouble. Oh well, maybe next year, the story of Atlanta’s teams. We had success, but 14 straight division titles and only 1 world series? We are a worse baseball version of the Bills.
Honestly, I still think we’ll be in trouble. Last night was far too close. I’m going to be a wreck at the end of this.
That’s why you need to cut your hair, dye it and wear shades. This way no one will ever recognize you from your past.
Too much?
I think I’m going to save that for when I really can’t afford to be recognized. I’m sure that occasion’s out there somewhere.
Ohhh the dreaded sorority sister. At least it was just one and you didn’t have to stand in a circle repeating yourself to everyone in it!Tomorrow is my homecoming so im expecting to have to do that myself…
Oh god, yeah…good luck with that. Endlessly repeating answers to the same exact questions is like rush all over again.
See, that’s the problem with girls, they have no understanding of the effort required to watch an important game. Oh, wait a minute, yeah, sorry ’bout that.
In college a friend’s girlfriend wanted to learn about football. I don’t know why because he really didn’t give a damn about the sport. Anyway, my roommate invited them over one Sunday to watch a game. A Steeler game. I swear to the Great Pumpkin, Sasha is lucky to have left alive after she asked questions before, during and after every play. Wouldn’t have cared if it had been any other game, but you don’t disturb a man (or woman) when he’s watching his team. Period.
That’s what commercial breaks are for! I ask questions, too, sometimes…but well-timed ones. Oof.
Lol, that was very nice of you to keep up a conversation while your boys were playing. You’re a decent human being.
Ha. Why thank you. Though, like I said, I can’t promise it’ll be that way for the rest of the series…
You are a better person than I. If it had been the Sawx, she wouldn’t have stood a chance.