(melissa’s version)
So, after wandering around on the Ave and getting sandwiches and $2 margaritas, Amy and I met with Jordan, our de facto driver 
Not knowing where to go, Melissa and I threw ourselves at the mercy of Amy and Jordan to find a place – any place – as long as it was acceptable. We ended up in Wallingford at an Irish Pub (who knew that The Postal Service was irish?? And the waitresses were all tall and blond and vaguely intimidating…) Drinking ensues, I avoid the fireplace to prevent smoking, and we’re in nice comfy chairs. Melissa has a long island iced tea.
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time passes…
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Then an odd-looking man stands just outside our circle of chairs and stares hard – somewhere within the circle. I glance at him occasionally but mostly ignore him. By this time, people had unfortunately shifted so that only 3 chairs of the 4 were occupied. He takes the advantage and sits down, and asks, “Is this copper?” (mumbled responses) “I *love* copper….” (as he begins to lovingly stroke it). I am without a doubt slightly creeped out. He’s a tad scrawny with skinny legs (wearing shorts, for some unknown reason), so I’m sure I can take him down if necessary with my mad skizillz. Jordan attempts to make him go away, but….
Melissa, being one past a long island iced tea and now nursing a screwdriver, unexplicably actually engages him in conversation. I tune out and ignore this, as this is odd, then try to continue to talk to Amy and Jordan, but it just bugs me too much. So I ask Amy and Jordan if they’d like to go out to smoke. Dumbfounded looks: “You *smoke*?” Me: “No. Now, do you want to go out to smoke?”
I am scolded for attempting to leave Melissa behind, tho it is more to get away to strategize. By this point, the man is parabolically (hyberbolically? elliptically?) hitting on Melissa in my opinion, having somehow worked in priase for the Chinese’s aqueducts and mentioned the word “oriental” several times. Amy rescues by saying “oh, we girls, have to go to restrooms together in packs. Wanna go?”
We all jump up and flee. Melissa laughs hysterically in the bathroom whilst Amy pees and I scold We try to figure out a game plan but figure we can get Jordan to be mean man to man grrrr things. Amy leaves first to check out the situation, then returns to say Jordan’s chased him off while we were gone by saying we were having a private conversation. Weird man says, “Sure, if you want me to blaze, I’ll blaze…” and it’s all over…we then troop back over giggling.
Weird situation, but weirder, I think, that it ended up being the guy chasing away the other guy. Rather silly…
Tags: food, funny, party
now, back to work!
