My Street Cred

I'm waiting in line for the bathroom at a house party in DC on Saturday night and the guy in front of me asks what my costume is. I was supposed to be dressed up as an engineer, but my ticket to this party was upset by how LAME that was and how its not a costume at all so I just wore my normal clothes and felt REALLY lame. Actually, he's just a huge stick in the mud and was supposed to be dressed up as Blackwater, but chickened out and didn't want to be the only loser who didn't dress up.

I said to the guy "Well, I'm visiting from New Hampshire and the guy I came with didn't tell me this was a costume party, but if that's an unacceptable answer, then...I'm supposed to be a college student!"

"Oh, alright! What school?"

"Ummm, Dartmouth."

"Cool! I work with a couple guys from there. But they're like...class of '04 or something like that, I don't know if you'd know them..."

*nodding head* "You mean [Seamus O'Toole] and [Bobby O'Shea]?"

"You know them?!"

"That's actually who I'm here with."

"What's your name?"

"Allie."

"Ohhhhh! You're Allie! I've heard about you!"


Whoa...

Whoa. I have a reputation in a place I've spent a grand total of 5 days.