Wednesday, January 09, 2008
remind me again: to whom are you referring?
C: Just sent you an email...bring back memories?
Peas: Dude who is that guy.
C: Don't you recognise this young man, he's grown up so much.
Peas: Not a clue.
C: You have NO idea?? come on guess...quite a hotty don't ya think.
Peas: Very hot, but a bit on the young side wouldn't you say?
Tell me tell me....Did he go to [enter school name here] or [here] or [here]...or UCT? Does it even matter?
C: [that] school.
Peas: No recollection, you sure I know him?
Peas: Maybe you think I know him and it's someone else, what's the big deal with him anyhow?
C: OK I'll give you a clue. Guess how old he is.
Peas: Like 19, pushing 20 max; 21 would be a stretch.
Oh my god oh my god. Say it isn't so.
THAT'S THE 20 YEAR OLD I SMASHED IN MY FACE IN THE STREET AFTER THAT TEQUILA PARTY THAT ONE TIME.
IS THAT HIM?
C: Correct. How hot is he?
Peas: SERIOUSLY IS THIS WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE.
C: How classic is that!
Peas: Oh my crap, I just spilt latte all over my desk.
C: It's him alright.
Peas: You're standing in a picture with him.
C: I know his older brother. The one who is OUR age.
Peas: Never would've recognised him if he passed me in the street....or say, at the local creche down the road.
C: I teased him about scoring my mate who is 7 years older than him. Don't think he realised how old you really are.
Peas: That's charming. Why don't I just go out and get a face lift right this second.
This is also not the reason I have given up drinking. Although memory loss can be a real spanner in the works. Hours of the night disappear; your friends have to relay what you did the night before (if they can even remember), and often it wasn't kosher.
I was lucky this time: finding myself in the arms of a teenage bundle of hotness.
But mostly, memory loss results in completely unkosher activity, and honestly, most people just do stupid things that they get blamed for but they can't even remember it. Again, still not the main reason I've given up drinking though.