The thing is, sometimes I like having a "separate" real life; it's nice to go out and live without having to worry about documenting every second of it. I don't need my whole life to be blog-worthy. But even if I'm not documenting anything, sometimes I still wind up with some weird stories.
On Friday night, Matt and I went to a free concert in Downtown Bryan at the Grand Stafford Theater. We went to see this band:
It was promoted as an "indie jazz" concert, so we went with some friends who used to work with our church band and choir groups. (The concert was really more bluegrass-y, but I thought it was cool because they each had like, four instruments apiece on stage, and they kept switching them out. I am not really musically inclined, and it always makes me a bit jealous to watch people who are.)
Anyway, about halfway through the show, I went to find the ladies' room, and there was a girl standing in front of the door marked "women." I asked her if she was in line, and she looked at me confused, so I repeated myself and she nodded. But then I noticed there was a second ladies' room door, so I pushed on the door to make sure it wasn't occupied and, when it wasn't, I gestured at the girl to let her know it was open and that she could go first.
And that's when I realized that she didn't speak English. She had no idea why this chick was gesturing at her to go into the bathroom. Her friends grabbed her and she moved away from the door.
So … I think I accidentally propositioned another woman?
Have you had any crazy misunderstandings lately?