Spring Break: Awkward Begining

You wanted some notion of what I did during my break here it is.
Oh, frack, I have an awkward story to start it out with.

So my break begins on Thursday like the 13th of March and instead of packing, I decide to go out with friends, and friends of friends, assuring myself that I will be going home at like 10 pm so I can pack. We went to two pubs I'd never been in before. I believe I had one pint in the first one, and none in the second as it was quickly approaching 10pm. Then, as I am having a good time, I decide I will stay out for 30 minutes more as they are all heading over to this very seedy pub called the Blue Eyed Maid. We enter to find the paradigm of awkwardness-karaoke night. Imagine if you will a room full of a dispropotinate number of men all having gotten off work 5 hours ago, and have all probably been consuming alcohol in a steady stream since then. Let me add some of the cast of characters. *Most names are not real, and were invented so as to be able to refer to these people while we were there*

There is Socrates, a man who stands in the corner near the bar and whom we think has some affiliation with the establishment. Late 40s wearing a vest, and staring awkwardly at my friend Sarah throughout the night. He will also later chat up a british woman a good 15 years his junior, and I think makes out with her at some point.

Aristotle- african american man of around 30 who asks another male friend to do karaoke with him.

Girl 1- We assume has just broken up with her boyfriend as her mood tends to fluctute from 'having a really great time' to sullen looks at her frined.

Girl 2- Girl 1's bff who tries to console her and usullly looks like an idiot as she dances like a person with ADD.

So, we are sitting in said pub for about an hour, ok this gets really awkard i just cringed, when two british guys about my age come up and being talking to me, even though I am clearly in conversation with legit friends.

Guy whose name I can't remember-"My friend really wants to talk to you."

Me- "Um..."

R-"I think I know you from somewhere"

Me (I of course conclude this is a line of some sort, and as I'm not really into the whole chat people up in bars thing, I respond...) "I don't think so. I remember every person I've ever met" (Please take the hint and go away)

R-"No, really, I think we've met before"

Me-"I really don't think so"

However, we talk slightly about school, and then there is an attempt to get me to sing karaoke made, which I refuse, because, as Alison can tell you, I SUCK AT SINGING.

Anyway, I am requested to applaud for them which I do, and then I go back to talking to my friends and try to fend R off when he comes back. Later, when we are leaving I use a newly developed hand signal to get one of my male friends to drag me out when R is speaking to me.

Ok, ready for the really awkard part. Flash Forward to the Present.

So yesterday I go to Borough market, where I go every week usually on Thursdays to buy apples and a sandwich with Sarah, and then sometimes on Saturdays to buy Mushroom Pate, because it is awesome, except that I haven't gone in ages because the only sell it on FRI/SAT. Anyway, I go and I'm handing the guy my money, and I look up and realize that it is R, the guy from the Blue Eyed Maid, and I feel like an idiot, because I have in fact met him, pretty much every week for multiple months. And now I have lots of Catholic guilt about this.

Frack, I need to be less awkward.
Love to you all,
Eleanor

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