Friday, May 18, 2007

Bekah v. Awkward Moments (A Fairy Tale)

Once upon a time there lived a fair maiden in the magical land of Omaha named Bekah. Bekah had just returned from a hard semester at college and had learned of a concert that she wanted to attend so she grabbed a couple friends and went. After the concert Bekah and friends decided that a few post-concert drinks could be fun so they left the lame headlining band's set early and headed over to the bar to meet another friend. Soon after the arrival of Bekah and friends at said bar, they stood at the bar to get some drinks, when who should walk in? None but, the fair maiden's most recent (as of 3 or 4 weeks before) ex-boyfriend.

{Enter awkwardness}

{End fairy tale}

So that was my awkward Thursday evening at the bar. He wouldn't even look at me. And not that I can say that I blame him, it's not like I went out of my way to say 'hello,' but a simple nod to note that he acknowledged my existence wouldn't have hurt. It stung, a lot.

His friend did come and talk to me, and reassure of me though which was nice and absolutely appreciated.

Of all the bars in Omaha, Nebraska. We end up at the same one. Oh. my. luck.

I have, in light of this experience, realized that there will be at least one scenario this summer in which it is impossible to escape from eachother's presence and the acknowledgment of it. Last night, we were in a long bar, where we each stayed on opposite sides. Next time, I don't think it will be that convenient, but the more that I think about it, that's probably a good thing. No sense in avoiding the situation, that's not good for either party involved.

{End pity party}

{On to self-promotion}

I got 4 As and 2 Bs this semester, which is A TON better than I thought I was going to do, so I am super stoked. Go me!

And despite the bleak look for this summer, I have decided I'm going to make it a good one. Even if the fact that it's called "summer vacation" is somewhat (OK, REALLY) a contradiction to what it's actually turning out to be.

It's all in what you make it, right?

Right.

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