Awkwardness

Oy, one of my worst nightmares happened last night.

Axel just came off of a harrowing week of 16 hour day shoots, so he suggested we go to the Russian Turkish Bath House. It was "fun" as usual. Sit in the Turkish room, sweat a lot, go out and take a plunge in the ice cold pool. Then go in the Russian room, sweat a lot, go out and take another plunge. Repeat. Axel seems to take great pleasure in grabbing me and pulling me into the pool. Something about me squealing in consternation because he's up to something mischevious I'm sure.

Here's where the nightmare began. Around 9:30 or so, we're still sitting in the Turkish Room and I'm chatting with this old fellow named Abe and who walks in but Acrobat Guy - this guy I dated way back last September. I made sure to introduce Axel, but AG didn't really look at him too much, just chatted with me. Could be because Axel was sitting on one of the upper levels and having hurt his neck, AG found it difficult to look up at him. Or maybe it was because Axel was giving him the glare of death. Who knows? Well, AG and I caught up on things and then he went on his merry way. After a few minutes, Axel and I left too - not before I got dunked in the ice water of course.