Still Tired.

Sooo, I thought tonight I would write up the the recap from my weekend in Rochester, but I got caught up watching Leaves of Grass. It's a movie starring Edward Norton, twice! That's pretty much the greatest thing ever. He plays his own twin brother.... basically they're both geniuses, but one is a college professor and the other grows weed back home. Very funny and dark movie. A must-watch!
Anyway, now that I finished the movie I'm tired... and I have to get up early tomorrow to go to work. I realize that right now I could be typing up about that weekend, but it's gonna take a while. I do have another story from this previous week.... here goes!

My first day of work at Esprit was last Thursday, and there was another kid, Andrew, who started working a few days before. Well, this is the story of how I found out Andrew is gay...
The way clothing stores work, for those who don't know, is that someone gets assigned to each section. I was in the back section, and Andrew was assigned to "float," meaning he went around through each one, wherever customers were needed. So I'm covering my section, and a girl walks up to me and goes "HEY! Do you have a boyfriend named Drew?!" I weirdly and confusedly responded, "ummm, what?" to which she goes "Oh, is there an Andrew who works here?" ... I said "yeah, he's right there," (he was like 15 feet away) and she asks him (in a much more polite way than she asked me) "do you know someone named Drew?" He responds, "Oh, my boyfriend?"... then they continued talking... and that's how I found out Andrew was gay.

Turns out that girl is good friends with Drew and he told her Andrew works there... whatever. When I was talking to Andrew later I recapped this story and he started laughing, saying "Who does that?" ... I mean it's not really that it was awkward, more like I was taken aback as to the context and pretenses of the question. It was, nevertheless, funny. The only thing that bothered me was that she had come up to me first, meaning she thought I looked more gay than Andrew. Ah, pity.