Perception
February 7th, 2006
I showed up at The Pub halfway through the Superbowl to catch the last two quarters and have a couple beers with some friends gathered there. (I was studying for my Japanese midterm through the morning and early afternoon.) After Seattle gives up a 90 yard drive with an interception at the four yard line (doh!), I meet a charming girl who’s convinced she’s met me before. I have my doubts, but roll with it. She’s even able to point out where we met (at this Pub, in the corner that’s my regular spot.)
But, when she tells me she’s sure I was wearing a red or orange cap, that’s when I know she’s off base. I don’t own any baseball caps. Later, after I throw on my knit hat (beanie, watchman’s hat, whatever) because my head’s getting cold, it trigger’s some sort of faux-memory and blurts out “That’s right, you never wear beanies!”
Honey, that’s all I wear on my head.
But, she’s cute, a bit drunk, and we’ve had some interesting conversation, so I just smile amusedly. And trade numbers. Perhaps we’ll go out sometime and forge some real memories.
And hopefully next time I’m drunk and absolutely sure of something, I’ll think of her, and reign in my assertions.
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