Ah Brown..

Have had a very Brown weekend... it's nice to know that, deep down, none of us has changed a whole lot. It's easy to revert to being "so Buxton" again. So Buxton, so Brown, so... us. The comfort zone returns, eventhough I haven't seen some people in a long long time.

My flakiness returned in full force tonight too. I'm telling you, it's all their fault -- my friends! (Yeah, Nans, wipe that innocent look off your face!) So, here's the embarassing Rhea story for the night. We were standing around, waiting for a table at a Peruvian restaurant on the upper eastside when this fancy Mercedes convertible pulls up. The guy driving it was the most non-descript man ever -- oldish, short, balding, bad fashion sense. And the girl was young, Asian, pretty, well-dressed and tall. We looked at each other and reached a conclusion quickly: it's got to be about the car! (what can I say, we get bitchy around each other!).

This is all fine until we wander about two feet away and start talking about this other guy we knew at Brown, trying to describe him to the one non-Brownie. Suddenly, I'm inspired by an illustrative description and, pointing to the Mercedes, cut in loudly with: "He's like that guy, only without the Merc!" I see Jaewoo's expression and know, instinctively, that Merc Guy is standing right behind me.

I thought I was going to die! The only saving grace is that Merc Guy and his girlfriend were just picking up food and left about 3 minutes later. But not before he shot me the dirtiest look. Ouch! I did feel bad though. Especially because I think we were right on the money (literally) about why that girl would even date him (trust me, he didn't look like he had personality either). And it can't be nice to have uncomfortable truths pointed out by strangers.

Yeah, Brown reunions bring out the bitch in me. Most of the rest of the time I'm really nice. Really.