so after years of creepy connections and random suprise meetings, i am not longer too suprised by the fact that this world is a small small place and you should really never write anyone out of your life completely, becase you never know when they may appear again in your life! here is last nights random meeting story:
josh nobles wrote mel and said he had some friends in bali and would we meet up with them and take them out so we agreed to meet up last night, with these two american girls. they were travelling in thailand where they met jason peck ( he was playing a softball tournament in bangkok) they are teachers from SD travelling in asia. so he invited them to singapore for thanksgiving and there they met josh ( or something like that) so they came here and we met up with them...nice girls, didnt stay out long bc they had a boat trip this am!
so anyways we met up with honey and her sister and skipped all over the place skygarden, mbargo ( yes jon at like midnight we went to mbargo and had jungle juice...) so at mbargo honey sees this guy she met the other night and goes over to say hi, while her sister tells us he is kinda yuck and points him out. yeah kinda yuck- he looks like a nicaraguan drug dealer straight from 1975- ron jeremy 'stache and feathery floppy hair and all...
so she comes back over and is like ugh that guy is a douche and we proceed to talk about him, while he comes in our direction and sits behind us ( wearing sun glasses - idiot!) so we are very obviously pointing and looking at him and he is just sitting there watching us with his friend so we decide to relocate ourselves to the other bar. at which point we decide we are also no longer interested in this topic and forget all about said johnny-depp-in-blow-wannabe-guy.
as we bar hop later on a pretty desperate 'we are going to have fun tonight' mission we end up at espresso bar ( dont ask me why, i will take the blame for the bounty run but i most certainly did not suggest this tiny little bar that is packed with 18 year old scrubbies and has a live band that has a lead singer who sings everything in the voice of a a crazy death metal head banger. its horrible) so there we are at this place and all of a sudden south-american-coke-dealer reeappears right in my face and goes I KNOW YOU!
yes imagine my surprise. but as i take a few moments and clear my head, shaking the smokey haze out of my face and trying to focus my eyes, which are currently swimming in jungle juice. after a few brief moments it starts to break the surface of my cloudy brain- i know him too! this farah-fawcett-feather-haired- man is someone i knew like four years ago in LA! so yeah- turns out that i know him ( he most certainly did NOT look like that then!) he is here for a couple weeks surfing and bumming around so we ended up hanging out with him (honey piercing him with dirty looks all night!) anyways that is my story of the small small world.
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