Walt Was Right
No this isn't a duplicate posting, I just had yet another small world moment last night. I went to the grocery store with the ladees to get provisions for Ladees Night, you know wine, beer, cheesecake, the usual. And who is in line behind me but Indie Kid. I met Indie Kid in November of 2000 in L.A. I went down with a friend for the weekend and we stayed with Indie Kid, who is a friend of my friend, and his business partner. They own a small independent music promotion company in New York City. I was heartbroken over the Irish Lad, but I had a fun sweaty fling with Indie Kid and it was great because we lived on opposite coasts. A couple of weeks later I was in Illinois visiting family for Thanksgiving, and Indie Kid was driving cross country back to N.Y.C., so he dropped by on his way through and stayed the night. He's really funny and adorable, my family loved him. He wasn't the kind of guy I would have dated if we had lived in the same city, but much fun nonetheless. Then, a couple of weeks later he phoned and said he was going to be in SF and wanted to know if I wanted to go to a .com launch party at The Warfield where James Brown would be performing! He came into town and stayed with me the first night and the next night was the party. We went and had a wonderful time until I kept losing track of Indie Kid only to find him in a corner somewhere with this music industry chick. Now I know we weren't exactly devoted to each other, but we had just stayed at my house the night before having hubba hubba, and I assumed it would happen again. Anyway, we went to an after party and he ignored me the whole time, I left pissed off, it was ugly. He called me the next day on his way to the airport and apologized and said he wasn't hitting on the girl, that it was just business. Yeah, okay. We emailed for the next few weeks and then that was it. So last night he's in line behind me, with the very same girl afore mentioned from the party thank you very much, we made small talk. He now lives here in the city, at the same intersection that I work at. Am I magnet for this kind of thing or does this happen to everyone? If I were inerested in him I'd say it was a sign. Instead I think the universe it trying to tell me that 3/4 of a million people does not a big city make.

My favorite thing today: Not having to work on a weekday!