The other day I was hanging out at Solly's, chatting on and off with the bartender, who I don't remember seeing there before. Out of nowhere he asks, "Did you come in here the other day and walk out?" And, like, yeah, I did actually. Sommer and I had walked in but the downstairs was packed and the upstairs, while a little less than half-full, was so quiet you could literally hear a pin drop. So yeah, we just turned around and left. Apparently people noticed.
A little later that evening, the owner comes by to chat, and out of nowhere he suddenly asks, "So, do you have a blog?" Ha! Remember when I said I was getting google hits for "Solly's U Street Tavern" like crazy? Apparently some of those were him, and apparently there's enough information on my blog for him to easily know it's mine. WEIRD. And, hello! I actually had a feeling it might be someone from the bar, because I don't really see people across the city googling the bar all day, but if I owned a new establishment, I would totally google it everyday to see what people were saying. Good thing I was nice, eh?
Earlier this week, I was walking down the street and heard my named called. Across the street I see Kyle, who had been walking my direction, trying to figure out for about a block or so if it was really me over there. Which just reminded me why I don't, you know, pick my nose in public or say things on the blog I wouldn't say in person or basically ever do anything inappropriate because PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS WATCHING.