Last Friday, when Hubby and I attended a gig for that local band I’m fond of, I spotted someone who maybe sort of looked familiar.
“Do you see that man over there in the white jacket?” I asked Hubby. “Is that the guy I had the snowball fight with?”
Hubby wasn’t sure, but he knew who I meant. For my birthday two years ago, I booked the band at a brewery where I was friends with the bartender. I had gotten permission from him to bring 150 fake snowballs. One man in attendance that night was particularly into the ensuing fight, especially when it came to throwing snowballs at me.
“Should I ask if it’s him?” I said to Hubby.
“If you want,” he said, not nearly as perplexed by this mystery as I was.
But how to broach the subject with this possible total stranger? “Did I have an epic snowball battle with you nearly two years ago?” Or perhaps I would start slower: “Have you heard this band play before? Do you remember a time they played and there was a snowball fight?”
Without fully figuring out my approach, but curiosity getting the better of me, I announced, “I’m going to go find out.”