hardcore pop is fun

so i went to the plank today for lunch, which is usually a pertty normal experience. today happen to be completely out of the ordinary for me.

i walk in, order my food, and listen to the waitresses talk to each other about death metal. then this guy that was sitting next to me starts talking about dillinger escape plan (which i was able to go off about, considering i've seen them twice in my life...although i don't care too much about that anymore these days). at some point i made this joke about how my job would be cool if it were one constant kegger. from this point comes the whole, "what do you do for a living?" and then the guy flips out. he goes outside (i am assuming to his car), and grabs a whole freakin' portfolio of work. "would you look at my drawings?" he asks. at first, the collection seemed standard. a few nature pictures, then a bunch of various nude lady pics, and then from there it just got totally weird. lots and lots of serial killer pictures. i look up at him at some point and asked, "is this that guy from russia?" sure enough. gacy, gein, a bunch of crazy other stuff that i couldn't necessarily put my finger on...and i eventually said, "geez, you would have gotten along really well with my exboyfriend ry." the waitress stops talking and said, "you know ry? he was my roommate off of 14th street. he lived in the basement, even though we kept telling him he didn't have to stay down there. he was a really weird guy...nice, but creepy." i put two and two together and realized this must bet the one roommate that ry didn't talk about a lot, since he didn't live there very long. the guy starts asking me what i think of his work, which i replied that it was really well detailed and well shaded...and he gives me this weird look. "tell me the first three objects you can think of off the top of your head."
i stared off for a second.
"space. gravity. richard simmons."
the ladies start laughing.
"how often do you come down here?"
i thought about it a second. "maybe once or twice a month? why do you ask?"
"when you come back here, i'll have that picture done. i want you to see it."

now, i honestly didn't know if this meant the guy was hitting on me (and yes, i still have yet to figure it all out)...but either way, it was such a random experience. keep in mind that dude guy was drinking a pitcher of beer (and straight out of the pitcher, mind you) at 12:15 PM on a wednesday...so who knows? very weird. i got a pretty big laugh out of it all.

as soon as i got to work, i thought about how much i appreciate the fact that i've got darrin in my life. i'm a lucky woman.