More often than you would think, I have occasion to stop and wonder, how the hell is a city the size of LA so damn small?? Saturday night was just one of those occasions. I went to the Cemetery Screening with a bunch of friends, which is something I've only started doing this year. It's a ton of fun, and one of the few really community-type events that you can do in Hollywood. Basically you get a blanket and some food and some booze and sit in the middle of a cemetery (No, no on the graves, in a large grassy non-grave area) and watch a movie that's projected onto the wall of a big stone building.
Before you enter the cemetery, you stand in line out front and some people get there really early - the earlier you get in line, the better your blanket spot can be. We got there about 30 minutes before the gates opened, which wasn't nearly early enough, even on a holiday weekend. What they do to ensure enough room for a long line, is they wrap the line around, snaking it back and forth across the lawn in front of the cemetery entrance. So if you see someone you know in line, you're guaranteed to cross them over and over again as the line empties in to the cemetery.
We had been in line for about 20 minutes when it started moving. We picked up our gear and moved along with everyone else, chatting excitedly about life and the evening and all the different types of people that were there. That was when I looked over and saw him.
I looked away as quickly as I could. Then I proceeded to behave like a 2nd Grader for the rest of the time in line, purposely avoiding any possibility of eye-contact. Things just didn't end on a comfortable note, and I had no desire to make the obligatory small talk with someone that I barely even got to know. I know that's fairly pathetic, but I just couldn't do it. Even though, by the end of it all I wasn't interested in him anymore, my pride was still a little bruised by the encounter. For those who haven't been reading all along, he was the only guy that I've met during these little adventures that I was actually interested in - which of course meant that he was completely unavailable. I'm over it, but I also see no reason to go out of my way to talk to him again. So I didn't. I took the immature route out. Just like he did, when he communicated his lack of interest in me by never calling again. So I figure that we're even now.
Lyrics of the Day
"If we meet on the streets someday, and I don't know what to say, look away, baby, look away." Chicago Look Away
6 months ago