…which previously appeared on Twitter:

“Rashad! I haven’t seen you in ages!” I said, throwing my arms around him. “I’m not Rashad, but thanks!” he replied, with a big smile. D’OH.

The thing is, now that the excesses have been indulged and the hangover has passed, I find myself questioning whether the above is what actually happened.

Like, maybe it really was Rashad (an old coworker at Cafe Gutenberg, who was also singing for a band called “Chalkline Beauty” at the time), and I misheard him. Or else he denied being Rashad out of embarrassment on my behalf.