So last night, Ilya and I decided to grab a drink after work. We met up in Union Square and wandered about the area until we found a hole-in-the-wall bar to sit down at. There were no seats at the bar in the central room, but there was a small room with a billiard table that was empty. So we sat down in the corner and proceeded to drink double vodkas, chatting and laughing about this and that. Some time passes, we're on our third round of double vodkas, feeling good and rather irreverent. Some guy walks in and starts shooting pool right next to us (not very well. Sorry Anton). :) I'm not sure what nonsense we were talking about at this point, but given that it's a small room and we were clearly audible to the man right next to us, we decide to switch to Russian, giggling about how we must look, sitting just the two of us in a corner of an empty room downing vodka. Shortly thereafter we forgot all about the guy and continued to ramble on as before, disregarding his presence.
This morning I wake up at 6am... can't sleep... somewhat hung over. I drink a bottle of water, take a couple of advil, get back into bed and decide to check my email, as I had not done so the previous night. I go onto LJ, onto my Friends Page, and
read the following post from
kutuz_off (whom I don't know personally and don't remember why I initially added him to my Friends list. Notably, I am not on his Friends list)
How weird is this??
I am slightly ashamed of being thus caught in the midst of drunken absurdity on a random Monday evening. But only ever so slightly. :)