Small world.

Last night I wasn't going to go out. I told Kati I wasn't going out, I told the guys at work I wasn't going out, I told myself I wasn't going out. But then as we left the restaurant at 1am I thought to myself... Fuck it, I'm going out.

And it was fun. Not a drunken mess, no hangover, no sordid details... just fun. I'm so glad I went out because as I was walking into Rose Garden (one of our local clubs) I was stopped at the door by a vaguely familiar looking girl who knew my name. She then proceeded to ask me something in Finnish, and while I racked my brains to figure out who this person was and where I knew her from I managed to spit out "puhun vahan Suomea" (this should be my catch phrase).
Then it clicked. This was Hannele. Finnish exchange student from Portland that I knew over 10 years ago! She remembered my name and my face immediately. It was such a trip! Despite the copious amount of alcohol in both our systems, we managed to swap phone numbers and catch up a little. It was so nice to speak to someone who knows my family, and to talk Portland. She said my family, in particular my grandparents, had been so welcoming to her in Portland that she felt that she owes me. I am just so glad that my late grandfather is remembered by someone so unrelated, so warmly.

So, I wasn't going to go out, but I was obviously supposed to. A new girl friend seems on the horizon.