I Don’t Know You and I Thank You to Take My Picture

I went out with my good friend last Friday for a Chamblian Reunion (of sorts) that the owners of the bar (Chamblians go figure) do every year around Thanksgiving because (duh) a shit load of peeps are in town. Practically NO ONE showed up but that’s besides the point of this blog.

I was guided to sit at a table with few people I know, but knew of, one in particular I did NOT know at all. When I walked in she hugged me and told me it was good to see me. Not only am I like “WTF” I thought “oh she thinks I’m Tracy”, but then she called me by my name! Creepy! Then she brings out her phone and starts taking pictures. To my surprise she wants one of me. The first one she tells me to get with my friend and I give a look like “why are you taking pictures of me”. She caught on and said, “I swear I won’t post on facebook I’ll text only”. I’m thinking “bitch I don’t care if you post them on facebook I don’t know you and you’re going to have pictures of me”. Still I did pose with my friend and then again BY MYSELF because she wanted one of JUST ME! o_O

The holidays are odd. It’s typical for me to run into people that were friends with my older sister that I may not remember, but this girl alls I know about her is that she USE to date one of my best friends (before we were friends) and she went to Dunwoody. But she seems to know LOTS of my besties and that just freaks me out.