80s night experience

I love 80s night. Something is always happening, be it getting hit on by the bartender, or by gay men. Let me recount some of the events of last week. I walk in the door and show the bouncer my ID. He comments "Oh, someone from that same hometown just walked in the door about 5 minutes ago". Now I wouldn't think this strange if I happened to be a native of Pittsburgh, or hell, a town remotely close to Pittsburgh. However, when the population of my hometown is about 2,000, AND over 4 hours away...that's another story. It turns out a girl from my high school currently goes to Pitt and I ran into her that night. Coincidence? Maybe it's just a small world.

and on a different note...

Throughout the night a strange guy just kept hovering over our group. Being a bit bothersome to us females, Geoff decided to take matters into his own hands. It suddenly dawned on him that causing this guy discomfort may make him leave. What better way to do so than by unrelentlessly grinding. He succeded. Not only were we free of weirdos, but I have a distinct mental image of Geoff grinding with some guy who had suddenly become very frightened. If only I got my cameraphone out sooner.