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This weekend was a lot of fun. A little too much fun, probably, considering how ill I felt by about 3am Sunday. I blame two factors. First, what was initially expected to be a very small gathering of three people slowly expanded until there were seven of us gathered around a little table in the corner of Whiskey River. Very few of those people were an artifact of my double vision, either. Every time someone new showed up, we bought a new pitcher, which meant a lot of drinks. Second, I have been drinking very little this semester, what with the creatively componenting and all. My tolerance for things fermented has dropped drastically over the last three months, it seems. No wonder Dana can keep up with me now. :)

The coolest/strangest part of the night happened when Dana sent me out all by my lonesome into the cold, bitter night air to buy her a gyro (this is my story; leave off, demon woman). I was standing in line at the gyro stand behind a nice-looking couple. Suddenly, the guy turned around and announced excitedly, “You’re Rob!”

“You’re right!” exclaims I returnedly. Brain scanning, scanning, not coming up with a name to match the face. Or the girlfriend’s face. Or, I suppose, a name to match any part of either’s anatomy. Hrmm. Give up. “Do I know you?”

“No,” says he, “but I read your website.”

I’ll be damned, thinks I. I have a fan.

We talk for a bit, and he introduces himself. He even recognized my toothpastefordinner t-shirt, so I was impressed. I mentioned a few friends and I were out drinking at Whiskey River, as it was conveniently located a couple of blocks from my apartment.

“I know,” says he. “You live above Skunk River, down the street, right?”

Did I? Suddenly, I couldn’t remember where I lived. I thought about it for a second, and darned if that isn’t exactly where I live! I was pretty glad someone remembered, considering it was so horribly, bitterly cold outside. “Yeah, that’s me,” says I.

I’ll be damned, thinks I. I have a stalker.

“I promise I’m not a stalker,” says he.

Anyway, it was a pretty fun encounter one way or the other. His name was Charles, I remembered (amazingly) the next day, and this is his website. I’m listed on his links shortly after Dooce and a bit before Strongbad. I am in good company.