"I'm not real big on guys with hats."
-Hannah B., who is making me feel better about my dating standards

A lot of funny/sad/lonely/embarrassing things have been happening to me lately, which is really fortunate from a writer's standpoint, but not so hot from a just-trying-to-live-a-normal-life standpoint.

I will start with Thursday which was funny, and see if I have more energy later for sad, lonely, and embarrassing.

I went to the Art Barn for a reading, and my Jenny Lewis classmate showed up.
  "Oh hey, Jessica right?"
  "No, it's Rachel," I say, not all that shocked that she forgot my name even after our many conversations.
  "Oh that's right, well this is.....Tony," she said, squinting her eyes as she looked at him. "Tony B." (I'm not leaving his name out for privacy, she actually called him that.)
  "Hello Tony, nice to meet you," I said.
  "Nice to meet you," he smiled, looking at me, but not really looking at me.
Jeni was looking around the room. "Nice place they've got here," and pointed at a photograph and started laughing, "Look, it's art," she said.
I was noticing that she still had not said what she was doing with Tony, and if this was a date or not.
  "Is this your first time here?" I asked.
  "Yes," she laughed, and got up abruptly to look around.
I looked at Tony.
  "So you guys been friends long?" Thinking he might correct me and say he was her boyfriend.
  "No. We don't know each other that well," he kept looking around.
  "So you just thought you'd come to support Jeni?"
  "Yeah," he said. I tried to give him room to make up a story, but it turns out that he probably is really just someone she bought pot from, and invited him to come to our reading.

Sometimes I wonder how people get any work done when they smoke pot, but Jeni's rain story was actually more interesting than I thought it was going to be when I first wrote about her a few weeks back.  I always think pot was just a high school thing. I forget people are really still doing it.

But then, I spend all of my time at other responsible people's houses.