Another Friday on the Rocks

Last night we all met up at the Mercantile for some beer and Shaylee. She was in top form indeed, singing her usuals: Whiskey in the Jar, Dirty Old Town, Fields of Athenry, I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For, Say That You Love Me, etc. I wonder if the bartenders there can stand hearing her play the same material week after week. Luke seemed to enjoy it because he was singing along with her...yes I know this because I glanced over at him from time to time. Am I totally embarrassing myself by standing at the bar and trying to flirt with him every week? It's not like anything can happen, he has a girlfriend. And truth be told, it's not like we've actually had a real conversation so I don't even know if he's the type of guy I would even like. It's just fun to flirt every now and then and he has a great smile. Ahhh, a little eye candy never hurt anyone.

So after the Merc, Sarah, J and I went to The Observer, to which I had never been. Not that it would have made any difference in the state I was in. I met a guy there who totally pegged me as a Jewish girl from Long Island. How he guessed is a mystery. I mean, is my Jewishness and LIer-ness that obvious? Perhaps he has some special Jew radar (he did tell me he is Jewish himself...from D.C.). Anyway, what was stranger was that when I said I was from Long Beach, he asked if I knew a certain person from O'Side who I will not name here. Turns out I do know him and he went to college with this guy. Small world, eh? However, I started to get a bit paranoid...this was too coincidental right? I guess it's not really that weird, but it was the way the whole thing revealed itself that freaked me out a little. He didn't seem to find it that weird, which freaked me out a little more. Anyway, maybe it was my mental state (a bit cloudy) that made me feel that way. Although, in hindsight, I still find the situation a bit odd. Anyway, another point I'd like to make here (aside from the fact that LI is infamous and very six degrees of separation), is that every time I meet an American guy here, they strike me as arrogant. Granted, I have only met a handful of American men, but each one has totally turned me off with their arrogance. I wonder what that is. Kate and I remarked on this back in January and we decided to put it to a test, rating each of the American men we met here. So far, 4 out of 5 have been like this. I hope someone comes along to prove me wrong...