Friday was hilarious... awkward, painful at times, but in retrospect, hilarious. The session was fun, then afterwards we went to another bar where I was confronted with all the ghosts of romantic interests´past. Not only were all my ex/current crushes there, but when I walked out of the bathroom.... they were all standing outside the door....dancing....together. Mind you, I didn´t even know they were going to be at this bar, nor did I know that they even knew eachother--and I especially wouldn´t have expected that they would be DANCING together.... but what can you do? (besides a little shimmy as you pass by them ;)

So the precursor to this story is that when I was here in the summer with my dad and brother, we were all playing in a session and one of the aforementioned men (we´ll call him Mr X) apparently leaned over to someone else in the group and made a (flattering) but inapropriate comment about my chest.... everyone tried to shush him and look away until someone finally said, "don´t you know that Molly speaks Spanish?? and her Dad even better??!!"

....So fast forward to current day. Here I was in this bar, and I walked over to my good ol´friend Gon. We were chatting and laughing when up walked Mr X..Behind us was the infamous magician with some `lady friend´ of his and to our other side was another one of my objects of affection.... Granted, everyone had had too much to drink, but somehow it didn´t seem to ease the discomfort when Gon blurted out " Hey Molly!! THIS IS THE GUY WHO SAID THAT THING ABOUT YOUR TITS! " .....

I generally pride myself on being someone capable of easing awkward situations and making people feel comfortable--- but in this instance I failed. What followed was about 3 minutes of people alternating their gaze from their feet to the ceiling (myself included) while murmuring and sputtering things like ,"so..........." or "heh, anyways....." followed by more silence.

So that was friday.

Saturday I was stood-up and spent the night (all dressed up to go to the theater) on my couch eating pizza and corn nuts and watching Episodes of ´House´. ...I have it down to a science now. At the 15minute mark Dr. House wrongly diagnoses the patient, by 33 minutes he discovers the problem and comes up with an unthinkable cure, by 41 minutes, the patient is completely cured and the last two minutes of the show are shots of Dr. House alone in his living room playing the piano and looking listlessly into the distance......

I´d say its time for me to make some new friends :)