As any other non-anonymous, D-list, obscure local social blogger can tell you, you're bound to come across two kinds of people over the course of your career: A) those who call you out for writing about them, and B) those who do something totally bizarre and manic in front of you in hopes that you'll one day write about them.
Option A, at least in my experience, is almost always a pleasant one. This is because I typically stick to discussing foxy guys in Oklahoma--and well, foxy guys are usually pretty charming even when they accidentally ignore you like one Nick Collison. The latter regularly ends in an awesome disaster, often including (but not limited to) shattered drink tumblers, mild rough housing, my younger sister getting harassed, me elbowing offenders in the ribs, and forest fires. I had the pleasure of running into both of these kinds of people this weekend. An eventful night indeed.
Don't take this the wrong way though you guys--I for one love meeting new people. I especially like chatting with someone new if they're funny or interesting have a good spot in a line I'm waiting in. In fact, it's one of the things that I adore about living in Tulsa. It's small enough that eventually, you start recognizing strangers; the kid who serves you your morning Starbucks, the lady behind the desk at the bank, even the chief pharmacist at the place I've been going since I was a kid. T-Town, it's a great place to live.