Seasons spinning round again

Right about now I should be heading over to a show at the Cafe. But I don't think I'm going to. First of all I'm tired. Quite worn out-I've been on "play" for about 13 hours now. Second, I'm a little stranged by the day. And third, I'm plenty buzzed and I would hate to bring it down with a less natural time.
See-here's the thing. I was at work 2 days ago. Must've been slow or something-I can tell you it was 4:20, cuz I made a crack about the time and there I was wasting my time at work. There was a customer in the store, bearded, flip flop wearing long haired dude of the lawyerly profession. He said he was a lawyer. What did I know tho-maybe not. Nor, did I care. I said something about law very interesting I wouldn't mind going to law school-probably more of a career than being a folklorist. Yadda yadda blah. You get the conversational gist.
Cut to-today. In walks lawyerly dude. With an entourage. Sez me, "Hey, you're back."
"We came to see what a folklorist looks like."
"Well, at the moment frazzled and tired. Do you want a drink?"
"No, we just came to see a folklorist in her natural habitat."
"I'm pretty sure folklorists are naturally habitated somewhere other than in an office building downtown.
"Maybe, anyway-we're off to get rum drinks at the bar in the alley. Feel free to join us."
Since I had met these people maybe 5 minutes ago I decided that I should drink with them. Because who doesn't love rum drinks? Silly people is who.
Right-so I'm meeting strangers for after work drinks-like ya do. Then they said we should go back to his condo at the extremely expensive high rise condos. And that seemed as logical as anything else I was doing. To the extremely expensive high rise we went.
In this time-I learned their names and their games and general situation. While I'm sure it is not the usual way around things one has to get to know people somehow and what better way then sitting in the living room of the apt/law practice. Honestly, on Law and Order this would've led to an assault. There was no logical reason I was running around downtown with these people I did not know and they were buying me drinks and then I was smoking their quite high grade left handed cigarettes and y'know-listening to (I suppose) unreleased Muzik Mafia tracks.
ANYWAY-I trusted that these people would not cause me injury. I have no idea why-as we know how I am. But I did. Then I mention home and the last town I lived in before moving here-dude pauses "You lived in *name of town*?"
"For a while I did, but I grew up in..."
"What was yr address?"
I told him.
"I ilved on such and such road. In North Hill."
He was born in the town that I had off handedly referenced as where my cousin was a cop. He has people from the fried chicken capital of the world. (WHich, he mentioned-by name, not by reputation on his own without prompting. He also knew the zip code in the aforementioned town.) That's strange, do you not agree.
Other things were discussed (of course, because when you're born in the same hospital as someone you want to speak with them about things) and all in all I found the evening to be one of the more interesting I have had of late.
SO-while I would probably have a really good time at the Cafe the night I had seems to me that it needs to stand alone for it's complete randomness-these people actually came into work just because I had intrigued the bearded dude to an extent that he wanted other people to encounter me. I accepted drinks invitation for no reason other than to NOT go would've been foolish. I went to the second location. All in all this should be a very frightened and angsty post (or a footnote IN the Post-yknow) instead I'm just thinking-uh...wha?