Last night was...something
Earlier in the day Carole texted me asking me to save her from "Moxie Night" at the Knot, so after work I headed over to Durham and hung out with her and some other friends (one of whom reportedly liked me...we'll see). So she bought me a beer, we stayed there for a couple hours, then I drove her to Jason's house where she insisted she was only going to cuddle (liar), and I decided I needed some alone time at the Toast.
So, I drive to the Toast. I texted people to join me, but no one was up for the task, so I decided I was going to eat and then wander around downtown Portsmouth for a while.
I decided to wander over to Fat Belly's, and chill out upstairs. I find myself a spot on the wall, and I'm standing there for a while, then I look down and the girl sitting on the table to my right is looking at me kinda oddly. She says, "Hey," and I say, "Hey," then she has this realization and says, "HEY!" Then I realized who it was and said, "HEY!" one last time (yes, scintillating conversation, I know) and took a seat on the bench. It was a girl I went to high school with, and sometimes see at the gym, named Sarah. She was there with her friend Amy, and they were there as a unit with two guys named Greg and George who had, seemingly, disappeared.
So we get to talking, and who should wander over but another old schoolmate of mine, Cam Dietrich, who I'm sure I saw in high school, but I really don't remember having any kind of conversation with him since eighth grade.
So I close down Fat Belly's and wander back to my car to come home.
I pull into my driveway, it's about 1:30 or so, and I start walking towards the door. I take a glance into the downstairs living room to see what they're up to, and I notice they're watching a movie. And man, I could have sworn that was an ass...so I double take and grab another look and, yep, they're definitely watching porn.
Paul is coming out as I walk up the steps and we have a little chat, turns out that his nephew, and the nephew's girlfriend, are spending the night. Bonnie, Paul's girlfriend, had just gone to bed, so he was stepping outside to have a smoke...if y'know what I mean. We joked about the porno, and I came upstairs.
Then I stayed up way too late and probably didn't get enough sleep.
Game's on soon, Beckett's gonna kick some ass today.