As I mentioned in this post, I went to see the Dixie Chicks last night. I thought they were terrific and put on a great show. The free tickets my friend Jen had gotten were in a club box, which was awfully nice, as it meant that there was both a bar and a bathroom within easy reach.

The funny part of the evening came at the end of the night. I knew that a couple of my friends were going to be there, but in a crowd of more than 15,000, I had absolutely no expectation of running into them. As we are walked out at the end of the show, I noticed that the woman in front of me. Specifically, I noticed her boots, which I thought were really cool. When I look up, I realize that the woman in the boots is my friend Jess. We giggle over the coincidence, I try on one of her extra cowboy hats, and she goes off with her ride. Now outside, walking towards the subway, I hear a familiar voice on my left. My head jerks up, and I shout, “Cindy!” The other friend I didn’t expect to see was right there. We laugh at the syncronicity of it and walk down the stairs to the subway. As I’m walking toward the train, someone pokes me in the back. I turn around, and it’s my roommate. I didn’t even know that he was going to be there.

So, in the course of about fifteen minutes, in a crowd of thousands, I run into three people I know. Philadelphia sometimes feels like a very small place.

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