why hello, old. meet new!

Mr. Risky Business and I have fancied ourselves martini-sipping, elbow-rubbing socialites a bit lately. If by martini-sipping you mean beer-drinking and by elbow-rubbing you mean getting business drunk and maybe accidentally touching the ass of the person behind you when you stumble toward the beer table. That's kind of more our speed.

Anywho.

We made an appearance at a soiree on Tuesday night to celebrate the one-year anniversary of Memphis Connect (who I blog for e'ry once in a while). The event was held at the new Playhouse on the Square and it was the first time for both of us to see the facility. Completely stunning, fancy pants art on the walls, the whole works.

There was Ghost River beer on tap (get on my taste buds I LOVE YOU) and yummy munchies that included little individual barbecue nachos, almost too cute to eat, but then you got over that when you remembered it was pulled pork and the only place it was supposed to be was in your digestive system.

As we downed our beers and scarfed our tiny nachos, though, we had no idea that this was to be a night of introductions. Of old meeting new. First, we walked up on the first meeting of my current boss and my future boss. And instead of standing to the side and waiting for them to finish chatting so as not to up the awkward ante -- because when have you EVER known me to pass up an opportunity to do JUST that? -- I busted right into the conversation and even commented on said awkwardness.

Then I talked to new boss and Mr. RB chatted with current boss and moments later we regrouped to move on to bigger, better and yet more uncomfortable interactions.

I kid.

But we DID see Mr. October.

We didn't exchange words, but I saw him across the room once and we made eye contact, long enough to warrant a wave from him. Not really like a full-handed, back-and-forth kind of wave, but more of a two-finger, "I'm sort of saluting you but not really from my forehead" kind of wave. A short while later, as he was leaving the room, he walked right by us, within inches, and waved again. This time it really was weird, because he was really too close to be waving and why didn't he stop and say hi? Because really, at that distance, I would've either committed to the conversation or done the old "I'm going to pretend I just don't see you right now."

A few hours later, after RB and I had left and gone home and watched a movie and were unwinding for the evening, I check my phone. There is a message. From Mr. October.

He says, "It was good to see y'all tonight. Haven't had a chance to say this, but Mr. Risky Business is a good guy. He's the kind of guy you're looking for."

I want you to sit with that for just a second because WHAT THE WHAT was the only thought I was really capable of for a good few minutes after I initially read it. I guess first and foremost I wonder, what's the point of that? Why didn't you just stop and talk to us, if it seemed important to relay that message?

And next, of course, WHY was it so important to relay that message? And perhaps my biggest question, WHAT does that even MEAN? He's the kind of guy I'm looking for? We went on four dates. How is this information with which you're acquainted? What kind of guy is this exactly that I'm looking for? Someone who's willing to be blogged about?

And how was it good to see us when you didn't even SPEAK TO US? The confusion just rambled out of my mouth in run-on sentences that all ended with my voice being raised but maybe weren't necessarily questions. I mean, it's nice enough. A nice sentiment. "Your boyfriend's a good guy" is always a pleasant thing to hear. Still, I was baffled.

I put my phone away, finished rambling and sighed. I looked at Mr. RB and said, "If he thinks I'm not going to blog about THIS, well, he hasn't learned a thing."


cheers,
elizabeth