03/09/2002 - 6:26 p.m.

It's a small, small world.

A very curious thing happened to me at dinner tonight. I was sitting at a table by myself, minding my own business, and all of a sudden, some guy sits down and asks me how I'm liking it. I say OK, and I guess my look must have belied the total clueless "who the hell are you?" thoughts in my head. He asked me if I recognised him, and I said no, honestly. Apparently, he went to my high school. He lived right next door to Nick. He was in one or two of my classes.

Now, for the life of me, I can't think why anyone who was in a class with me, but whom I did not know would want anything to do with me. Well, based on his last name (Cavanaugh, I assume it's spelled thus), Brandy must know who he is, so I guess I'll ask her if I just had dinner with a total jerk or not. First impressions can be deceiving.

I finally ran into Julie and am having dinner with her and Crosby on Thursday. Man that sounds so much more formal than Turtle and Polar, as if I were calling them Mr. and Miss.

So, there's my actions of socialness.