He came. He rocked. He ran away into the night.

So its been a while, and I've had many many adventures without the time or energy to share (how exactly did I end up at a frat party last Saturday??? Or hang out with Quentin Tarantino on Sunday??? Yes, I have celebrity sightings all the time.) But this one must be recorded for posterity because I am still laughing my ass off about it! As I write, I'm racking my brain to try to remember what the heck this guy said his name was - its important, because he obviously put a lot of thought into saying his name was .... something that sounded both German and dirty ... whatever he said. But I digress. I'll start at the beginning.

Happy birthday to Selena, Melyssa's "bestie" - so the plan was Sushi 80s for sushi and karaoke. Oh, no, it was closed on Tues still "in observance of Memorial Day." So where to go? Well, if we'd thought of it sooner, we would have gone to Full-o-Bull across the street, but we didn't, we somehow (how, again, exactly?) came up with Fajita Fiesta at Cedar/Shaw. You know, the one that used to be Tony Romas, and Willikers, and many other things. Well, being Fajita Fiesta, the karaoke was (when we got there, at least) mostly Spanish. Enter our ridiculous group of karaoke fools: Melyssa, Selena, me, Moralthreat Mike, Whimsicali Mike and His Linda, Greg, Hector, and some other guys that were Hector's friends.

There was a small crowd of what appeared to be regulars - singing entirely in Spanish - but because we set out to sing some karaoke, well, thats exactly what we did - so we put our names on the list! I take that back. I put my name on the list, and so did Mike. Now, I can't sing, but I will. Yikes. I thought Selena and Melyssa wanted to karaoke! Guess not! Well, at least when more people started coming the list started getting a little more diverse. I did some Queen (nothing too difficult - Crazy Little Thing Called Love), Moralthreat Mike did some Eagles (Desperado), Whimsi Mike did some Pearl Jam (Jeremy), Hector did some Elvis (I Can't Help Falling in Love With You)... things were getting good! Then even the crowd that was singing in Spanish started choosing songs like The Reason by Hoobastank (which btw sounded really sexy with his accent) and a chick sang "All That Jazz" cabaret-style - very cute. Later a really drunk dude got up and sang acapella dedicated to me (I think - he was speaking mostly Spanish) but I'm pretty sure he pointed at me! And he went on and on and on, and the dj had to get his girlfriend(?) to drag him away...that was cool. Okay, maybe it wasn't just for me, but maybe it was!

Oh, anyway! So we sang the night away! The alcohol may have caused a few forgotten words, but then the night was about to end. Oh, geez, who stays out til 2am on a Tuesday night?! I haven't done that since my first date with Tomas last August. LOL right?! But, again, I digress. My evening was a success even without the mystery man that was about to walk into our lives! I had met some really great people and had a ton of fun! But then! In walks ...

Damn. I still can't remember what he said his name was. But that was later anyway. So last call for karaoke - and in walks this dude. Picture Jay:

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He was tall and lanky and had long, flowing blond hair practically down to his waist. He was one of those vintage stoners from the dying breed of stoners that just make you nostalgic for stoners. I'm not sure why he was strangely familiar - if it was just the nostalgia of his look, or if it was that we happened to be in my old neighborhood where I grew up. You know, they say most people die within 5 miles of where they were born. So it would stand to reason that if I knew this kid from Vinland Elementary, it might well be the same kid, 30 years later. Have I adequately described the romanticized nostalgia I feel for stoners of this ilk? I could go on. But I really need to sit on my roof and smoke a cigarette.

But here's the thing: He waltzes in by himself to Fajita Fiesta karaoke Tuesday and puts his name in for the last song. Everyone was getting up to leave. But I stayed. He ROCKED the Poison - Nothin but a Good Time! Damn, he was good. Everyone totally went outside, and I thought they ditched me. Hector's friend came over and asked me if this guy was my boyfriend (I assume because we are both blond and I was visibly impressed by his performance!) to which I replied, no, I don't know that dude. But I will!

So when he was done there were only a couple people left in the bar and I went to him and said Hello, who are you, whats your name? And he said ... crap, I can't remember. It sounded German, and dirty, like Lickmystein or something. But it was a word. I made him repeat it, because it didn't sound like a name. Since it sounded foreign, I said, are you not from here? And he said, no, I'm from across the street. (He really was hahahaha I'll get there.)

And so, being weirded out by his vintage stoner charm and strange introduction, I said, okay, well, see you around, gotta go, and I went outside, where everyone was apparently waiting for me. So - wait - here comes the good part. He followed me outside, then proceeded to run away lalala into the night. Literally. He ran across Shaw, then into the frontage road, and ran and ran away away into the neighborhood, into the night. WHO DOES THAT?! I'm so fascinated.

When I got home, I looked up the word that he said was his name. It was a vocabulary type word that I knew, but wanted to look up the dictionary definition to delve deeper into the mind of this strange man. It meant something like "invisible in plain sight" - so obviously he had put some thought into his "stage" name before telling me. He was probably waiting for someone like me to ask him his name. Like this kid I met at Vini's on Sunday night, Felix, but thats a whoooole differnet adventure, folks.

Well, I'll conclude by saying that on the one hand, I'd like to investigate further and meet and learn about this guy, you know, get to know him! But on the other hand, I'd kind of like to preserve him, like in a museum, in my memory, as the guy that came and rocked and ran away into the night. I worry that if I met him I might accidentally introduce him to the real world, and that might be a tragic loss of a relic.