thoughtcrumbs

Did you call me?

Monday afternoon I was in the stands at Bumbershoot when my cell phone rang. Despite the blaring speakers, I answered, thinking it was the friend I was searching for in the crowd. Instead, it was a male voice, (Mark? something with a hard consonant sound at the end), but not someone whose number I recognized. A 503 (Portland) number. You asked something about the Pink Martini concert and were suprised when I said I was in Seattle -- but that's literally the extent of our communication. Other than lots of me saying "What? Huh?". I told you to call back and leave me a message that I'd check when I was in quieter environs, but then I stupidly answered when you called again. (The whole vibrating phone thing just suprises me so much every time that, as Jill will attest, I literally jump.) Then you never called back. Jill's theory is that a woman fake-numbered some guy in a bar, and the fake number just happened to be my phone, hence the invitation to Pink Martini. And my it's-too-loud-to-talk confusion flustered you too much to call back. But I think it's someone I know, and you weren't deterred, really, were you?