Smallest of worlds (or maybe towns)

So I went to a birthday party last night in Ypsilanti, Ann Arbor's slutty older sister of a town a few miles down the road. I love Ypsi. Anyway, the house belonged to/birthday party was for one of the guys in my favorite local band, The Great Lakes Myth Society (formerly The Original Brothers and Sisters of Love). They're all there, my cousin is spinning records in the basement, and many of Ann Arbor/Ypsi's finest folk-inspired indie rock darlings are up in the jeaun. My kind of party.

I walk up the stairs from the basement to retrieve another Cold One from the fridge. At the top of the stairs I see Katie Simmons. From Grinnell.

Now, I knew she was in Ann Arbor, because I met her for coffee when she was here for her second look weekend during med school interviews. Still, I haven't seen her but once since she moved here, and that involved bumping into her crossing the street outside the hospital. It turns out that she's dating one of the folks in that group that I don't know well, and most of my non-med-school friends from that group of people already know her, but had no idea that we knew each other or both went to Grinnell.

Small fucking place.