Now I remember..or do I..

Or maybe I don't. But really, when you have a night like I had a few weeks ago things start to come back to you. Or more particularly other people who weren't as innebriated are now comign forward to tell you information that may have been best left in their brains. But the mystery girl from the dance floor was revealed. No I didn't meet her directly. A friend who was also at the show informed me last night that the one I was kissing is a co-worker. So that makes it all better. I think. I'm not sure. If I get a job there and we work next to each other. Will we really know who the other person is?

Line of Cinco de Mayo: "I was trying to figure out how you two were breathing..." - Melanie, Old Port Margaritas