I have a stalker?
I'm here in the box office, working until 6:00. I'm surprisingly happy about it, though, because I have an incredible book to read (and of course, livejournal to update). I'm reading East of Eden by Steinbeck, and I think it's amazing. I'm 400 pages into it and it hasn't been slow for even a moment. Seriously, I really recommend this.
Anyways, I was putting some tickets for the play "Lend me a Tener" into the box for Thursday and I noticed that my slightly creepy stalker guy Grant had some in there. Well, that's the night I'm going, so I casually looked at where his tickets were, and he's seated RIGHT NEXT TO ME. Well, that's okay, I thought, I'll just move my seats. Literally 10 seconds later, he pops up at the window and asks what night I'm going (he sees me with tickets in my hand). I say Thursday. Then he asks where I'm seated and grabs the tickets from through the window (you are so not allowed to reach through the little window hole!) and exclaims that he's sitting next to me. Crap. Coincidence? I think not.
Last night I went to yoga (sooo relaxing) and then a poetry reading (it was required). I felt incredibly- I don't know- earthy? Then I went to the Villa Man Auction where the guy's dorm here auctions of dates for charity (and the charity was a school in Uganda!). It was hilarious, and some of the dates went for upwards of $750. It was groups of guys and girls, though, and the dates were things like weekend retreats to the coast and limo rides through Portland/fancy dinners/salsa dancing, which isn't bad when you have 8 or 9 girls splitting the cost. I didn't buy anyone though because, well, I can't even imagine how awkward it would be to go out with a guy I'd never even met.
Anyways, I was putting some tickets for the play "Lend me a Tener" into the box for Thursday and I noticed that my slightly creepy stalker guy Grant had some in there. Well, that's the night I'm going, so I casually looked at where his tickets were, and he's seated RIGHT NEXT TO ME. Well, that's okay, I thought, I'll just move my seats. Literally 10 seconds later, he pops up at the window and asks what night I'm going (he sees me with tickets in my hand). I say Thursday. Then he asks where I'm seated and grabs the tickets from through the window (you are so not allowed to reach through the little window hole!) and exclaims that he's sitting next to me. Crap. Coincidence? I think not.
Last night I went to yoga (sooo relaxing) and then a poetry reading (it was required). I felt incredibly- I don't know- earthy? Then I went to the Villa Man Auction where the guy's dorm here auctions of dates for charity (and the charity was a school in Uganda!). It was hilarious, and some of the dates went for upwards of $750. It was groups of guys and girls, though, and the dates were things like weekend retreats to the coast and limo rides through Portland/fancy dinners/salsa dancing, which isn't bad when you have 8 or 9 girls splitting the cost. I didn't buy anyone though because, well, I can't even imagine how awkward it would be to go out with a guy I'd never even met.