It's a small world, afterall.

My friend Jim came to visit me over Memorial Day weekend. He brought his girlfriend. She's great, but this post isn't about her (plus, I'd need another shirt to go with my "I blogged your mom" shirt).

His girlfriend's friend lives six blocks away from me. This was amusing. She asked me where I worked, and it turns out, we work across the street from each other.

Later on in the night, after binge drinking at this great bar called The Gin Mill, a drunken navy officer comes stumbling out asking for a cigarette. We engage him in conversation and Jim mentions that his uncle is also in the Navy. It turns out, the drunken sailor's commanding officer was Jim's uncle.

On the train ride home, Jim's girlfriend's friend runs into someone she knew from eleven years ago. They talked. Jim's cousin told us stories of his drunken adventures in New York.

And two days later, he still had the hiccups.