I went to Lucha last night for drinks and socializing with people from the office. I haven't been there since basically the end of December, so I figured it would be good to see people. I talked to DJ for a bit, and also Dave K -- mostly because he bought a generator (???). I also met the new office manager, Jai, who wasn't going to the restaurant, and mostly just shook his hand and then stole some candy from the candy bowl. He probably thinks I'm a bit weird.
I think I mostly talked to Jess once we actually both got there, which was after I finished yelling at DJ for not watching the Superbowl at all, even the terrible bobble catch and the interception afterward. She said that she was feeling pretty stressed about the current project -- a pretty large insurance company that's rebuilding things from the ground up -- because she's being paid by one person to accomplish a certain thing, but the customer basically won't allow her to accomplish that. And she said it makes her feel increasingly flight-risky.
I saw a girl there who I had met recently at a gathering. Near the end of the party, she had said something to the effect of, "It was really nice talking to you about stuff tonight. I'd actually like it if we hung out sometimes." I said pretty much the same. I guess I didn't make eye contact with her at Lucha, but it wasn't a very crowded place, and I think it would be hard not to see and/or recognize me. Regardless, this is maybe the third or fourth time that we've crossed paths without her saying anything. Yes, I did reach out to her one time. Anyway, I guess that's how it goes.
At one point while I was talking to her, I was looking over her shoulder and noticed two waiters, both guys, wearing black shirts and leaning back against the wall right near the entrance to the kitchen, which was at the northwest side of the place. A waitress walked past in a red shirt, and maybe said something to one of the guys as she walked into the kitchen. She stopped, backed out a step to get closer to him a little bit, and he held up his left hand (she was on his right side) for a high five. She put up her right hand to go for it, and he moved his left hand behind his head and stroked his hair back.
Both of the guys threw their heads back and laughed. Even though I was looking at this from behind her, I can't imagine she would have any reaction other than saying ugh, and she shook her head and walked away while the two guys continued to giggle.
Peace out.
I think I mostly talked to Jess once we actually both got there, which was after I finished yelling at DJ for not watching the Superbowl at all, even the terrible bobble catch and the interception afterward. She said that she was feeling pretty stressed about the current project -- a pretty large insurance company that's rebuilding things from the ground up -- because she's being paid by one person to accomplish a certain thing, but the customer basically won't allow her to accomplish that. And she said it makes her feel increasingly flight-risky.
I saw a girl there who I had met recently at a gathering. Near the end of the party, she had said something to the effect of, "It was really nice talking to you about stuff tonight. I'd actually like it if we hung out sometimes." I said pretty much the same. I guess I didn't make eye contact with her at Lucha, but it wasn't a very crowded place, and I think it would be hard not to see and/or recognize me. Regardless, this is maybe the third or fourth time that we've crossed paths without her saying anything. Yes, I did reach out to her one time. Anyway, I guess that's how it goes.
At one point while I was talking to her, I was looking over her shoulder and noticed two waiters, both guys, wearing black shirts and leaning back against the wall right near the entrance to the kitchen, which was at the northwest side of the place. A waitress walked past in a red shirt, and maybe said something to one of the guys as she walked into the kitchen. She stopped, backed out a step to get closer to him a little bit, and he held up his left hand (she was on his right side) for a high five. She put up her right hand to go for it, and he moved his left hand behind his head and stroked his hair back.
Both of the guys threw their heads back and laughed. Even though I was looking at this from behind her, I can't imagine she would have any reaction other than saying ugh, and she shook her head and walked away while the two guys continued to giggle.
Peace out.
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