just me, myself, kevin, kevin, ashad and who??
it's true. i think i have a strange ability to land myself in the wierdest situations with the wierdest pple. Was up and about at 2 am rushing my linguistics homework while cramming down a 6 hour late dinner at rendezvous alone when suddenly this guy materializes before me and asks if he could share the table. of which i said yes, only to look around me and realize that the place was 3/4s empty. he then proceeds to tell, not ask me, that i'm a regualr here, with a knowing nod of his head and a slight point of his index finger.
shocking.
never knew i was considered a regular, going there with a frequency of once or twice a week, much less even be recognized. well, his name was kevin and i think he said he was doing a master's in philosophy. I guess he tried to be accomadating when he found out i was doing econ and started talking about the austrian school of some kinda theory. It didn't last very long when i curtly ended our conversation with some declaration of how much i abhor the subject.. and dun even get me started on my math minor. then just as i started accomadating him by mentioning the one philophy book on wittenstein which i've ever read, this other dude comes along, totally unrelated to either of us, and asks if he could share kevin, my newfound friend's falafel and hummus. How fucking strange was that. but stranger yet, was both our nonchalence in inviting this new dude over, as though i fucking even knew ANYone of them to begin with. turns out this other dude was also a kevin, doing some kinda music studies. I think he was also high, reiterated by him with random statements of "life if beautiful guys", punctuated with silences and intense stares at air molecules.
THEN, kevin 1 turns around to a table of 2 arab looking pple and tells them, " faye here says that if she's a regular, that makes me a super regualr. are you guys super regulars?" anyuway, these 2 dudes eventually joins our table too, aNd the bloody waiter aNd this couple comprising of some white girl with too many piercings in uncomfortable places and her black boyfriend with cornrolls.
seriuosly, one trippy night.
shocking.
never knew i was considered a regular, going there with a frequency of once or twice a week, much less even be recognized. well, his name was kevin and i think he said he was doing a master's in philosophy. I guess he tried to be accomadating when he found out i was doing econ and started talking about the austrian school of some kinda theory. It didn't last very long when i curtly ended our conversation with some declaration of how much i abhor the subject.. and dun even get me started on my math minor. then just as i started accomadating him by mentioning the one philophy book on wittenstein which i've ever read, this other dude comes along, totally unrelated to either of us, and asks if he could share kevin, my newfound friend's falafel and hummus. How fucking strange was that. but stranger yet, was both our nonchalence in inviting this new dude over, as though i fucking even knew ANYone of them to begin with. turns out this other dude was also a kevin, doing some kinda music studies. I think he was also high, reiterated by him with random statements of "life if beautiful guys", punctuated with silences and intense stares at air molecules.
THEN, kevin 1 turns around to a table of 2 arab looking pple and tells them, " faye here says that if she's a regular, that makes me a super regualr. are you guys super regulars?" anyuway, these 2 dudes eventually joins our table too, aNd the bloody waiter aNd this couple comprising of some white girl with too many piercings in uncomfortable places and her black boyfriend with cornrolls.
seriuosly, one trippy night.