to refresh your memory about why i’m talking with strangers, here’s the deal.
i was beebopping as guster sang song after song. brian was jamming on the bongos. adam was strumming his gee-tar. luke (i think that’s the new guy’s name) was enjoying the crowd. and ryan was wailing when SPLASH. something cold and wet landed my arm. i half turned and saw a guy a near me flinch as well. i semi-smiled to let him know that “eww” i was hit too. apparently my smile didn’t translate in the darkened room.
“it wasn’t me,” the guy said.
i turned fully and smiled bigger. “oh, i know.”
“it’s just beer.”
“as long as that’s all it is.”
we cringed and laughed weakly, as i wiped the last drops off my arm and focused my attention back on the stage.
Abigail Mumford 