After a particularly grueling hip-hop show, Steph and I went to Hell to settle a foosball score. Are the shows getting less easier to endure because I have the perspective of my new job on the horizon? It ran late and (maybe due to the beers) I didn’t do so well.
Towards the end of the night a girl sidles up alongside me and says, “remember me?” A brief moment of awkwardness, but then out of nowhere I do! A couple of years ago I asked her out. The next night I was talking with a girl and getting clear signals that she was interested in me. So I ask for her phone number. “Ummm…,” she says, “I gave it to you last night.”
I walked Steph back to her place at Davie Circle (right through the spot where she was robbed gun-to-head style). I hadn’t been on that street in 10 years and it brought back a lot of memories. After seeing Steph safely to the house it was pretty late at that point so I ran back to the Cradle. At 3AM it was still sweltering.