Hmm... memories.

[starzki]

Things never really turn out how I expect them to.  Last night, J and I went to watch our old soccer coach's Beatles cover band play in a trendy club in the nearby city (he's the Paul).  I went in expecting that I would sit with my coach's wife, I'd have a beer and listen to some music.

Wrong.

A very, very, very obnoxiously drunk boy kept hitting on J.  We were both feeling game that night, so we thought, "Why not?"  J talked with Drunk!Boy and I talked to his very nice Sober!Brother.  Well, about an hour into my ex-coach's set, Drunk!Boy decided he wanted to start a fight with the Irish bartender.  It turned out okay, but it got hairy there for a minute.  And my coach's wife came up to me and asked if he was my boyfriend.  :-0  No!

I also rediscovered that talking about my research will absolutely kill any conversation I try to have with any new guy I meet.  But to be fair, his work as an environmental lawyer didn't much hold my interest, either.  But he was very nice.  I had to be a little mean to his brother, but he was great about it.

I did get to talk to my coach and I'll probably hook up with him later this break.  He's my favorite.

Interesting night.  And this is why I adore J.  This stuff always happens when we go out.  I think we laughed the whole way home.