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Okay, so in the EXTREMELY OVERLY HIP restaurant that kurrs and I went to after Hey Girl! (= brain-explodingly weird theatre WITH LASERS) last night, we were in the middle of a nicely articulate debate on free speech when I heard someone say "... Genevieve?"
And looked up, and there was the class clown from my high school graduating class, whom I haven't seen since, you know, high school. Social awkwardness ensued!
Honestly though, K. is probably one of the last people - or at least late mid-range - I would have expected to actually (a) recognize me after six years, and (b) go out of his way to say hello, much less enter into social chitchat.
Hunh.
And looked up, and there was the class clown from my high school graduating class, whom I haven't seen since, you know, high school. Social awkwardness ensued!
Honestly though, K. is probably one of the last people - or at least late mid-range - I would have expected to actually (a) recognize me after six years, and (b) go out of his way to say hello, much less enter into social chitchat.
Hunh.