I love all of you, hurt by the cold...
-Red Hot Chili Peppers
So I made my way around town today in a manner worthy of a Family Circle comic strip map -- I got a haircut, left the shopping center to run, came back to buy boxes at Staples and then curiously wandered into Whole Foods where I saw a familiar lime-green coat.
That's frackin' variance for you. You don't see somebody in 16 months and then you run into her on back-to-back days.
It was a lot different to be trading jokes five feet away than being side to side.
In short, it kinda failed the second restaurant test.
That's what happens when you go to a great restaurant the first time, and go back again, expecting things will be as great as before. If it is, super. You've found an awesome place.
If it isn't, it's the folly of the second restaurant test.
"So how have you been?" I ask, while thinking Idiot! She doesn't have red hair.
She told me about the ice storm. I've been off today, so I've pretty much been cut off from the outside world. The people at the place where I got my hair cut had a hard time figuring out when the Super Bowl is, let alone something that's expected to happen tomorrow.
And then, I caught something out of the corner of her eye. Man, it's awkward for both of us. We're friends, but we're not that great of friends. Sometimes I wish I didn't know the things poker has taught me.
I wonder what she remembers of me. I remember her Irish temper and how her sweetness is not always genuine. I bet she remembers the guy who isn't Tyler Darden. I am nice, but I nearly always mean it. Joe Navarro has taught me how to smile with my eyes, even when I'm lying, however.
"So let's have lunch sometime," she says like how she does when she wants to restore order to things. "Promise?"
My eyes widen. "You promise."
"OK. I promise. Promise?"
Sheepishly. Stupidly. "I promise," I say.
I buy my things and leave and wonder why people (me) put others on a pedestal. Everyone is human. Everyone has their faults. She's a pretty girl, is all, and a more than decent friend when she wants to be.
Fuck no I'm not going to call her for lunch.