Foxy
The Christmas party Emily invited me to at the Boulder Theatre had a hillbilly theme, but since I accepted at the last minute my attire was decidedly un-hillbilly. I wasn't the only one though, so I didn't feel out of place. The band was playing bluegrass. I never caught their name but they were good, as far as country music goes. Which is to say, they had skill and I could appreciate that, but I don't usually go in for that kind of music.
I didn't know anybody there but Emily, so I spent most of the time simply observing the crowd and sipping my vodka tonic. After a while I noticed a really cute girl in a patchwork brown skirt and a plain wine-colored top. She stood not far from me for a while with her hands in her pockets talking to a miniature Wierd Al Yankovic in a red and black checked lumberjack's shirt. We briefly locked eyes a couple of times and I thought I had a smile in there somewhere. Emily and I began guessing her name from a distance and I came up with Claire or Cris, Emily with Lacey or Laura. Funny that I lose my nerve only when it really counts sometimes, and I put off approaching her for a long time. I found myself keeping tabs on her whereabouts, sometimes changing my location, looking for that perfect opportunity to introduce myself. Finally I saw her coming toward me and got into a position where I could tap her shoulder. I said "I've been watching you for a while now and thought I might like to know your name." As soon as it left my mouth I felt really stupid for saying it. But after a little chortle, you know what she said? "Lacey." I was dumbfounded. Emily had been right! The coincidence so threw me that I lost any momentum I might have had and stammered a little about how Emily had guessed her name and how cool that was and do you live here in Boulder? I didn't mention what I said to Emily earlier about Lacey being a stripper's name. She was thoroughly unimpressed with me and happened to be retrieving her jacket to leave when I so inconveniently tapped her shoulder and would I excuse her? I was relieved to let her go, but with a distinctly deflated ego at the cost of it. I found Emily straightaway and meant to ask her if she was messing with me and really knew that girl. She insisted she'd never seen her in her life. Amazing. Emily rules.
I didn't know anybody there but Emily, so I spent most of the time simply observing the crowd and sipping my vodka tonic. After a while I noticed a really cute girl in a patchwork brown skirt and a plain wine-colored top. She stood not far from me for a while with her hands in her pockets talking to a miniature Wierd Al Yankovic in a red and black checked lumberjack's shirt. We briefly locked eyes a couple of times and I thought I had a smile in there somewhere. Emily and I began guessing her name from a distance and I came up with Claire or Cris, Emily with Lacey or Laura. Funny that I lose my nerve only when it really counts sometimes, and I put off approaching her for a long time. I found myself keeping tabs on her whereabouts, sometimes changing my location, looking for that perfect opportunity to introduce myself. Finally I saw her coming toward me and got into a position where I could tap her shoulder. I said "I've been watching you for a while now and thought I might like to know your name." As soon as it left my mouth I felt really stupid for saying it. But after a little chortle, you know what she said? "Lacey." I was dumbfounded. Emily had been right! The coincidence so threw me that I lost any momentum I might have had and stammered a little about how Emily had guessed her name and how cool that was and do you live here in Boulder? I didn't mention what I said to Emily earlier about Lacey being a stripper's name. She was thoroughly unimpressed with me and happened to be retrieving her jacket to leave when I so inconveniently tapped her shoulder and would I excuse her? I was relieved to let her go, but with a distinctly deflated ego at the cost of it. I found Emily straightaway and meant to ask her if she was messing with me and really knew that girl. She insisted she'd never seen her in her life. Amazing. Emily rules.