In other news, there was a girl in The Waterfront last night carrying around a turtle that she'd purchased for three dollars from a man and his children at midnight on Thames Street, out in front of the bar. People got really upset about that turtle (I think there was crying) and a girl who I've only ever known as "Crazy Tracy" took it home to set it free in the county. It was one of those nights.
Last night, a friend of mine asked me who the 5 most interesting people I’d ever met were.
I LOVE LISTS, so I wanted to take the question pretty seriously.
“My grandmother,” I answered, “and my friend Darin…”
And then I got stuck and asked for more time.
“Sure,” he said. “Want to hear mine?”
I did.
And then, as though he’d done this before, he rattled off these answers, “you (meaning me… who didn’t know that that’s where this was going?), my dad, an old girlfriend of mine who really just marched to the beat of a different drummer, my sister, and Stevie Nicks.”
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.
Assuming I was questioning my own placement on the list (of course I wasn’t – he is clearly not aware of the depths of my narcissism) he began to detail the reasons I made the list (yawn) while I sat, absolutely damned stunned on my bar stool.
Stevie Nicks?
Really? Like, top five?
I don’t even know how to wrap this post up.
Stevie Nicks? Not that she’s not interesting (I’m sure she is…) or whatever, but don’t you get a “one of these things is not like the other” feeling about her placement on this list? So random. And from the mouth of a 28-year old dude.
Stevie Nicks?
I asked him for further explanation and he seemed sort of offended.
“She’s fascinating,” he offered.
Right.
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