Webster’s

We drove over to Webster Theater and, without even really wandering around, made a beeline for the place across the street from the parking lot. Luck of luck, a friend of Kent’s (Jeremy I think is his name, if I’m recalling correctly) was working there tonight. His girlfriend Amy used to share a studio space with Kent.

For some reason, this chance meeting made me even happier. I felt like I was riding the tail end of someone else’s lucky streak, and I was excited to find myself going to see the Matrix unexpectedly. To have another pleasant coincidence… Kent and I probably should have bought some lottery tickets before the show.

Before our meal, Kent started off with some Crown and Coke, while I had some Glenliv… Glinlev… fancy booze. Tasty stuff. I got some pasta with bread, Kent got a nice roast beef sandwich. We had some pretty cool conversations, and basically hung out, ate and drank until the sun went down.

Aside: I was a bit surprised at how small my portion was but, all in all, things worked out well. I’ve been trying to eat better lately. And a part of that is also me trying to eat less food in a sitting. I have a bad habit of eating and eating until I feel full, when I really need to take more time and just eat less. When I did this a few weeks ago, I ended up feeling great after keeping it going for two weeks straight. But once worked kicked into gear, I started eating like crap and lost what little discipline was in effect. Time to get back on that.

One thing that baffled me… right next to us (sitting behind Kent) was a group of folks who were, in my estimation, right around our age. All incredibly well-dressed, and carried a certain aloofness about them. I’m hoping I’m not judgemental when I say this, or coming off condescending. What the hell, I probably am. Anyhow, I kept hearing snippets of their conversations. One bit was: Armani sent me to Indianapolis to do this thing… and another bit was My $400 Gucci…

I kept peeking over at them, trying to figure out if they were serious or not. I guess the thing that got me was that we were all so similar in age, and yet so diverse in where we ended up, both socially and financially. While they were talking about fancy, expensive designers, Kent and I were talking about bondage night at Exit, suspension of disbelief in science fiction movies, and getting into fights.

Yeah yeah, I know what you’re saying. We were at a friggin’ wine bar, what did we expect? I know I shouldn’t judge (and I know I am judging in the way I’m talking about it), but it was interesting and weird to see into a social strata I will never be a part of. Or would ever want to be a part of, for that matter.