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dream.20060401: just like friends

by Rob Friesel

The setting is a bar more Cheers than Club Charles but not completely unpalatable. I’m meeting friends there and have this feeling that I’m running late. I wind up being the third of our crew to arrive and wind up taking a seat next to one of the two (but the two being quite in to their conversation and barely acknowledge me with a quick hand wave). A strange guy approaches me and asks if the seat next to me is taken. I mention that it’s not despite knowing that we’re waiting on a ton of other folks to show. He tries to start up some conversation with me and it goes awkwardly. We reach a point where it’s a little too weird and he says: “Can we start over?” “Sure,” I reply, then he gets up. “Is this seat taken?” Noticing another friend of ours arrives, I come back with, “Actually, it is.”

As our crew starts to coalesce, the place gets louder and louder. I’m a little on edge (apparently, certain romantic pursuits are on the line at this gathering). As it fills up, I start to wonder how I’ve wound up in a place that feels too awfully similar to that damn show. I cringe a little bit but keep that to myself. There’s drinking to be done.

After a little while, TVs around the bar start getting their channels turned and half of my friends disappear into the back. “Be right back.” I stay at my seat and chat with someone and a few minutes later, they’re all returning from the back, everyone having changed into the multi-colored uniforms of their favorite drivers. (NASCAR?) Someone says something about the spray-on black leather treatment not working right and then out come the sandwiches. All of which have sprouted little fungal patches.

About Rob Friesel

Software engineer by day, science fiction writer by night; weekend homebrewer. Author of The PhantomJS Cookbook and a short story in Please Do Not Remove. View all posts by Rob Friesel →

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