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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Reckless Motorcars

About a month ago, I ran into a guy that I went to high school with (we'll call him Doc*) that I hadn't seen in a couple of years. It was good to see him and we caught up over the weekend and have kept in touch ever since. So a couple of weeks ago, Doc joined my family in a trip up to our ranch to process cattle.

While we were at the ranch, we thought it would be fun to go through our senior yearbook and reminisce about old times. (Ok, so we wanted to go person by person and tell each other what we knew/had heard about them.) It was good fun and we laughed until we couldn't laugh anymore.

Well, I'm pretty sure that activity cursed me... Since that time on the porch of the ranch house, I have randomly seen people that we went to high school with everywhere. I bet I've seen more people in the past couple of weeks than I have since we graduated. Not just normal people, the most random people in the most random places. He, of course, thinks this is hilarious - I am not quite as amused.

Flash forward to the present: last night Banana and I were going to a concert of two bands that we enjoy a lot! They are not well known bands (or so we thought), but their music rocks and it's always fun to see them live. We pull in to the parking lot of the club where they will be playing and there are a ton of people on the patio smoking and drinking so I look over and see a girl that I graduated high school with. I'm not the biggest fan of this girl - she's gone a little crazy since high school and we really have nothing to talk about - so I pretty much spent the first part of the night trying to avoid her.

As if this wasn't enough, Banana (who hails from a small town about 2 hours north of where we were standing) looks over at the bar and sees two people that she went to high school with. Then our other friend (from a small town 3 hours south of where we were standing) runs into two girls that she grew up with. What are the chances?

After we had successfully dodged all of our old high school "buddies" we were standing near the stage enjoying the show when a large guy came up behind me and literally invaded my personal space. It was totally uncomfortable! He stood there for a while and then moved and somehow ended up next to me. I'm enjoying the concert, but can see him out of the corner of my eye. Every thirty seconds or so he would turn and basically stare at me. (I was kind of getting freaked out...) After about 10 minutes of this he leans over to me and the following conversation ensues:

Large Guy*: Do you have a sister named SuperFan?
Me: Yes.
LG: You look identical.
Me: I know, but we're not.
LG: I thought you were her.
Me: I'm not.

Essentially he thought that him knowing SuperFan made he and I friends. He was wrong.

In other random, concert news Banana ran into her hometown vet and his family and Honker's hand twin was there. Quite hilarious. I'm still laughing at how much the guy reminded me of Honker - uncanny resemblance really. Uncanny.

3 comments:

  1. I laughed out loud reading this:)

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  2. That is my goal, platano. That is my goal...

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  3. HAHAHAHHAHA - your life is the empitome of interesting.

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