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Tuesday
May312005

It's All Just So Creepy

My best friend, B, has been going on about these guys from Banff who've come in and leased the bar she works at - how they're great and she looooooves them and they actually recognize that she's the best waitress they've got -.....you know. It's great actually cause she's been treated badly by quite a few of her bosses.

I've been promising to get out there and eyeball them but haven't actually gotten around to it. It's even farther out of town than I am, a bit of an obscure old bar that my first boyfriend would take me to when I was 16 and then make me hide in the bathroom when the cops came in for a look-see, sometimes for like half an hour. Apart from my personal ghosts that live there it has some ghosts of it's own - it's always on those 'spooky Canada' shows.

ANYWAYS, so Yeti and I went there yesterday for a beer and a burger and I'm looking at this really cute guy and thinking, "Man, I know him from somewhere."

It's the boss guy.

So, he comes by to collect our plates and he says, "Hey, don't I know you?"

Turns out he used to work at a couple of the bars I used to go to in Calgary. Funny, hey. What are the chances that this guy shows up in this totally random out-of-the-way place 4 months after I do and ends up being my best friends boss?

Even worse, I've been laughing at myself all morning though because on the way to work today it finally *clicked*. I had the biggest honking crush on him and the first thing I did in both of those bars was to stop by to say hi to him - I went down especially on his last night before he went off to Banff and once when I went to Banff, we stopped by his new bar to see him.

I'm sure his memory is better than mine and it's clicked in by now who I am.

I can never go there again.

ha.

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ha, indeed. :p
May 31, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterChris
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