The other day I went to lunch with a co-worker. As we took a seat at our table I looked up to see a girl that I recognized staring at me. She was there with her co-workers who populated two different tables. As soon as I looked at her she ran to the second table of co-workers who were mostly women and whispered things in their ears. It was obviously about me as they all looked over at my table with disdain. At first I didn’t realize it was disdain, I was hoping it was , “check out the cute guy at the other table.” But when they look up and give you the look you would give someone that fell asleep in their own vomit and shit themselves, the whole cute guy thought goes flying out the window.
I couldn’t remember her name, but I am pretty sure she hung out within a group of friends that I wrote about before in Drunken Mistakes Volume 4: The Bed Wetter and Her Friend Gonzo. As I sat there at lunch I felt her staring a whole through back of my co-workers head as he ate his turkey sub. The entire time at lunch I was trying to place her and remember what I could have possibly done to have scarred her enough to immediately run to another group of people and start talking shit about me at least a good five years since we last saw each other. What I am saying is that I may or may not have called the girl a “twat” at some point. It was at a time in my life that I was going out a lot after I left college the first time. I don’t remember a lot about those years, mostly stories and events but the people all have kind of blended together. This has become a disconcerting trend in my return to Western New York.
Not only do we have this uncomfortable lunch time experience I had two other things recently happen.
1) The return to the bar- I have gone out a handful of times in my old stomping grounds where I used to live. The few times I have gone out I have ran into a few people that immediately starting talking to me. They would know my name, reference things in the past, ask how I have been. The thing is I couldn’t remember who they were, their name, or pretty much anything about them. Now if it happened with one or two people it would be one thing but it had to have happen with at least half a dozen people. It bothered me a little bit…
2) My First Night Out- The first night I went out in Buffalo when I moved back here I was out at a bar with a few friends. I recognized a girl that I knew and walked by her, at this point in the night I was slightly inebriated and decided it was in my best interest to figure out who she was.
Me: Hey did you go to college in Geneseo?
Me: Didn’t you used to go out at the Vital Spot?
Me: I used to DJ there a few years back.
Her: (annoyed) I know.
Me: We had sex didn’t we?
Her: *Sigh* Yup.
It didn’t look like we were hopping into bed again anytime soon. In fact I am still trying to figure out if the sigh and the annoyed tone was because I didn’t remember her or because she had sex with me. I am hoping it is the first one.
All three of theses situations really bothered me when I added them up. Was I that big of a lush in that period of time where I don’t remember anyone or anything? Or was it just not an important time in my life where I care to remember every detail. Has my memory been more focused on important things and not what happened every time I went out?
Ugh… I think I need a drink.