So last Saturday, Anya, Jace, and I go to Chuy's where we happen to run into Luke, Jamie, and their friends Ryan, Rachel, and Anita.

1) Somehow, someway, we all ended up at the same restaurant. The cosmos aligned. Or Luke and I had a psychic link working. Or some kind of higher power moved us down Lamar St. like a person playing a game of chess.

or

2) Luke and Jamie were in town for their first wedding anniversary. They, like Anya and I, probably wake up sometime between 1:00 and 2:00. They like Chuy's. We like Chuy's. It's not really even much of a coincidence when looked at from this angle.

Who knows? On one hand, Luke and I have been known to exhibit pseudo-psychic abilities before. But those psychic abilities could also be attributed to Luke and I spending the first 18 years of our life under the same roof.

So you tell me: Luke and I were talking over Instant Messenger. I ask him what he's listening to. He says, "The Beastie Boys." I instantaneously quote the opening line, to the Beastie Boys song "Shadrack" right as that exact line from that exact song is said through Luke's speakers.

matt out