the red room: where memories are made

This entry was spurred from Katie's cousin talk.

If you have ever been to St. Cloud and 21+ it is likely that someone has brought you to the red carpet. Easily the best room in the place is the red room- the room that plays all classic oldies (think 'build me up buttercup' and 'billie jean')- because I love to sing and dance to that music.
I don't really go out that much anymore- but since Amy came home it has been pretty frequent- everyone has a pusher friend, right?
The other week I ran into a friend that I met when I was 13 at bible camp.
And saturday night-
I was dancing with Amy- and this random dude starts to swing dance with me. Mind you- there is NO room to swing dance. We were quite the spectacle- he kept throwing me into people and all kinds of crazy stuff- people were moving out of the way to watch us, most likely though because they didn't want to get hit. It isn't like when Izaz and I dance together- there people watch because we are GOOD. ; )
Anyway- the song finished and I look over at the other guy who had walked up with my dance partner who is giving me this evil disapproving glare. It is MY COUSIN! He was in town for a rugby tournament and didn't bother to tell me...
so we hang out for a while, then meet after the bar closed because he was going to crash at my house that night.
I end up losing him again- I thought for good because his cell phone was dead.
A few hours later, while still out, I get a phone call from a friend of mine, and former aiesecer, erin. Apparently my cousin used to date her roommate when they went to school together at UMD so they are staying at thier apartment for the weekend. Josh had been telling the story and used my full name to which Erin replies "Holly Brekken? I know her!" And calls me up.
Funny.
Come to think about it- I have gotten quite a few calls from cousins of mine that have somehow started talking to friends of mine and my name came up. I can think of at least 4 off the top of my head.
Ha ha. Minnesconsin baby- there is no place like it.