運命(?)の再会！

So I was walking to the train on Friday when this very familiar looking boy with black hair with a huge bleached patch in the front passed by. I recognized the strange dye job immediately. It was James, of Pisser and. One of the punk boys I'd made friends with on the train a few weeks ago! So I ran after him, and taped him on the shoulder. 'James?' He turned around. 'Oh my God, it's you!' We hugged, and exclaimed over the craziness of meeting again. He asked if I'd heard from Pisser. I said no, to which he replied, 'I haven't heard from him since that night. The show got pretty crazy and some cops showed up...I hope he didn't get arrested.' I hoped so too. We exchanged phone numbers ago, and James said, 'Call me any time you want to fuck shit up old school.' I said I would. He told me his band has all it's members now and he'd get me into a show free. I said I'd love to go, and then we parted ways. For some reason, he was talking in an Irish accent the whole time, so the last thing he said was, 'Well, I'll be seein' ya, lass.' LOL

Also, unrelatedly,last night Cy and I went to go see Lewis Black at the Paramount Theatre, which turned out to a really beautiful old Art Deco style theatre, with an actual powder room with chairs and rows of mirrors. It made me want to dress up like a flapper.
I'd never been to a stand up comedy show before, it was a lot of fun. I especially liked the first guy, who named uh...Jim Short, I think, from Australia.