toothpickmoe

Something a little strange happened to me on Saturday evening. We went to one of my oldest friend's birthday luau out in West Hills. I got all nostalgic as we cruised through the West Valley. It's my old stomping grounds.

Anyhow, much later in the evening (after the "family-friendly" part had wound down) we were all sitting around chatting and drinking. A very familiar looking gal walked up and recognized me immediatley. I had a faint inkling I knew her, but couldn't place from where or when.

Then she asked about another old friend that had committed suicide a while back. I told her this and she began to cry. We sat and talked some more and who she was came back to me. She had dated this kid, way back when.

The haze of time still sits over much of who she was to me or why she was at this party (the birthday boy was part of a completely different set of friends than she was). Also, why I was the one who told her about her old b/f. It's fitting, given we both knew him well, but I haven't seen her in over a decade.

It's a trip and it's been playing itself over and over again in my mind. Oh, and she lives about three blocks away from me now.

LA will never stop fucking with me.