It’s a Little Too Small World

Check it.  WhatUpThen is a little bit antisocial.  For example, WhatUpThen seldom speaks the way it appears on this blog, especially when it’s in the third person like this.  That just made me think of something since today, evidently, was “Talk Like A Pirate Day” (Sister Xena says “how bizarre?), wouldn’t it be awesome to have “Talk in 3rd Person Day”??  Your favorite athletes celebrate that day every day.

The last time I was up after midnight was Saturday when I went out with my sister and her friends for someone’s birthday party.  It was out in Emeryville, i.e., the middle of nowhere.  Not close to where anyone lives, not near anything significant.  No one has any real reason to be there.  This becomes important later.  She’s got eight years on me and many of her friends have a coupla years on her, so it was an interesting experience.  Her friends never seem quite as enthused as I’d like them to be while talking to me.  There was a point that evening where most everyone had drifted from the main table to little satellite tables and I was chatting with a nice-looking 35-year old woman…Jessica.  Admittedly, Jessica said she was out of it, but I dominated that conversation as if I had been talking to a 10-year old about Vygotsky’s Principles of Education.  In other words, I rambled incessantly about teaching, drinks, art projects, San Francisco and my costume for the upcoming Halloween while Jessica performed the incredible feat of looking bemused and disgusted at the same time.

It was cool, though; I never have a bad time when I go out.  I was good to see sister and I had a crazy, spicy-like drink called a Spanish Rose that had a sprig of rosemary sticking out of the glass.  Walking out to my car I hear a voice: “Do you teach at Hayward High?”  There, just exiting her vehicle in all her made-up, tube-topped glory, is some teacher from my school whom I’ve never met.  And I can’t even remember her name now.  I mean, what the fuck?!  Of all the places and of all the times!!  She was rolling with two other teachers I’d seen at school, so I hopped in their car and, well…met them (not a euphemism).  They were pre-boozing with Patron and Diet Pepsi, though, so when we had a “conversation” it was all them.