the other day my friend dillon came over--it was the first time we saw each other since august, which is strange, being that we saw each other pretty much every day for three years of college, and at least once a week (but usually more) for the first 10 months or so when i graduated. also we live in the same state and his parents live one town over from me. also that state is rhode island.

anyway.

up until about two days before he came to visit (and then took me out for coffee--as a "thank you" for giving him three super awesome magnets from my cross-country travels [he gave me a super awesome los angeles magnet which earns extra points for being the same kind of magnet that i got for him about two years ago when i was in california]), dillon hadn't shaved or cut his hair in quite some time. his hair was pretty long and a little unruly, and his facial hair made him look a bit homeless (in my opinion), and so i immediately complimented him on the new haircut/shave.

"thanks," he said, "i kind of miss it, though. i got mistaken for jesus the other day." i laughed. "no, seriously!" he insisted, and told me the story:

apparently he took some out-of-town friends to the la salette shrine in attleboro recently; they'd never been, and he went even though we were both totally unimpressed when we got dragged at christmas last year. anyway, while he was there, standing by himself, a little girl came over to him. "will you watch over me?" she asked. "what?" he replied.

"will you watch over me?"

he paused. "of--of course," he replied finally, figuring she wanted him to keep an eye on her or watch her do something. but all she did was say "thank you!" and walk away.

"huh?" he asked as his friends, who had been watching, started laughing.

"she thought you were jesus," they explained.

which is pretty much the coolest mistaken identity story i've ever heard. although, if you've heard a better one, i'd love to hear it.

...then he pointed out to me that when the upstairs apartments' heat goes on, the clanging noises that the heaters make sound like someone having sex on the creakiest bed ever made in the history of creaky beds.

the end.