My weird night started out as I was walking down the hall towards the exit of DCL after work. A guy was standing there in a sporty biker jacket, carrying a biker helmet, and we looked at each other at the same time. He walks up to me and the following conversation ensued:
Biker Guy: Patrick?
Me: Why, yes.
Biker Guy (pulling an iClicker from his jacket): iClicker?
Me (Raising an Eyebrow): Uh..?
Biker Guy: I'm supposed to be meeting a Patrick who wanted to buy an iClicker.
Me: Well, you're half right...
It was just so odd and so ironic that he was looking for someone with the same name as me and I happened to be just there at that time and pretty much one of the only people there that we stood stunned for a little while remarking on just how ironic it was.
Then I took off and made my way over to Ryon's to find out that Heroes was canceled in order to do the SNL Presidential bash. I stayed for a while to watch SNL with Sam and eat my Calzones. All of a sudden, Spencer comes in without saying anything to anyone, slams the front door, storms off to his room, and slams that door. It was such a nonsequitor that I really didn't know what to say other than to ask Ryon if that happened often.
Eventually, I made it home to the apartment where I found the living room light on, but Lynley and her car gone. (That's a fairly common occurance since she has two group projects all of the time.) On my computer I found a massive stack of mail for me and started going through it. A lot of it was election stuff that I threw away, but there happened to be four letters that stuck out, two of which had been postmarked with "Support Mental Health" in English and French.
Right away, I knew who the letters were from before I had even looked. Devin had asked for my mailing address a while ago, so I figured that it was from Steph and him. The only thing I couldn't figure out was why there were four of them.
I opened the letters (three from Steph, one from Devin) to find some incredibly artistic, but confusing letters to me, each with a gift inside. There was two anime cutouts from something or other, a stack of Canadian coins, a Pokéman card, and a check for ten dollars in total. The best that I can gather, Steph got a promotion at her job (she works tech support just like me, but in the private sector and for a lot more money. Stupid Canadians not requiring a college degree for awesome jobs.) and she was celebrating that and Samhain by sending me letters and trinkets.
I tell you, ending your day with letters from some of your best friends who live a whole country away is a really good way to end your day and your weird evening, even if they make it more weird.
Now maybe to have some cocoa and rest.
