Jan. 8th, 2012 03:17 am
Back with the bears
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muckefuckBoy, am I ever going to regret staying out this late, so I'm writing this entry to remind myself it was worth it. I was on the cusp of leaving the bar--I'd just taken my leave of Blue Eyes and his posse and was a few paces from the door--when I came face to face with someone I'd had half an eye on all night. Inspiration struck, and I strode up to him, put my mouth to his ear, and asked, "Is your nickname 'Fig'?"
I'd finally placed him as the cutie from (near) Charlotte I'd met in that exact location just shy of a year ago. He was, perhaps predictably, stunned that I remembered so much from that meeting. Pleasantly so, I discovered to my relief, since the semi-stalkerish overtones were not lost on me. He asked me about the friends who were with me at the time; I recalled Coleman immediately, but it took me some time to remember Dale was along as well. Finally, it took Coleman jogging my memory to recollect that the fourth man in our party was le Ragoton.
When we met him, he was just dealing with the death of his father, and things don't seem to have gotten much easier since then, which explains why we haven't seen him out. He was wearing a "Brennivín" t-shirt which sparked a lively discussion of the virtues of Iceland (he's been to Bears On Ice and loved it) and the problems of binge drinking among Nordic youth. But he confessed his resolution to be "more social" this year so I'm hoping to lure him to one of my cocktail gatherings.
Up until then, it had been a pretty quiet night. Illness decimated the guest list for the evening, but I relished the opportunity to focus my attentions on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clintswan and Scruffy. Poor Clint wasn't drinking, but I managed to sell Scruffy on a Sazerac and made myself a Corpse Reviver 2 as a result of hearing utopian_camorra sing its praises at work on Friday. Nice, but I don't think I got the balance exactly right--and sadly I exhausted the Lillet with my first attempt and couldn't follow up with another.
Until ending up with Fig, I actually spent most of the night in the hallway with some combination of acquaintances trying to coach a recent reentrant into the dating pool on chat-up technique. Even more interesting than examining something I haven't thought about explicitly in ages was hearing other people's suggestions. And naturally it reminded me just how damn thankful I am not to be in that boat myself.
I'd finally placed him as the cutie from (near) Charlotte I'd met in that exact location just shy of a year ago. He was, perhaps predictably, stunned that I remembered so much from that meeting. Pleasantly so, I discovered to my relief, since the semi-stalkerish overtones were not lost on me. He asked me about the friends who were with me at the time; I recalled Coleman immediately, but it took me some time to remember Dale was along as well. Finally, it took Coleman jogging my memory to recollect that the fourth man in our party was le Ragoton.
When we met him, he was just dealing with the death of his father, and things don't seem to have gotten much easier since then, which explains why we haven't seen him out. He was wearing a "Brennivín" t-shirt which sparked a lively discussion of the virtues of Iceland (he's been to Bears On Ice and loved it) and the problems of binge drinking among Nordic youth. But he confessed his resolution to be "more social" this year so I'm hoping to lure him to one of my cocktail gatherings.
Up until then, it had been a pretty quiet night. Illness decimated the guest list for the evening, but I relished the opportunity to focus my attentions on
clintswan and Scruffy. Poor Clint wasn't drinking, but I managed to sell Scruffy on a Sazerac and made myself a Corpse Reviver 2 as a result of hearing utopian_camorra sing its praises at work on Friday. Nice, but I don't think I got the balance exactly right--and sadly I exhausted the Lillet with my first attempt and couldn't follow up with another.Until ending up with Fig, I actually spent most of the night in the hallway with some combination of acquaintances trying to coach a recent reentrant into the dating pool on chat-up technique. Even more interesting than examining something I haven't thought about explicitly in ages was hearing other people's suggestions. And naturally it reminded me just how damn thankful I am not to be in that boat myself.