I went to meet friends at someone's lake house and left work a bit later than I wanted to on Friday night. I got to the little town and needed something to eat before getting to the lake house. I knew there would be heavy drinking and wanted to eat first. I went to the town bar that we go to when we're there, sat at the bar and ordered a burger. Next to me was a local we always see but I never met or talked to him. He was wearing a cheap looking suit so in my head, I knick-named him Cheap Suit Tod.
I ran into a former lover this morning. We first met 5 years ago at a local street fair. He was wearing a black cowboy hat, black jeans, and black/gray plaid shirt. I instantly fell in love however he was dancing with a baby in his arms.
I went closer to him pretending to enjoy the band and when he finished, he handed the baby back to her mother. That's when I jumped in. I just motioned how good the band was--I'm actually deaf but can read lips. He turned to look at me and I saw his face