So Saturday night I go out with a friend. Around 2:30am we decide to head home. Now normally I would take a taxi, but since he was riding the metro, I thought, oh, I’ll ride a few stops with him and just metro home.
There is a reason why I taxi late at night. The DC metro is so lame and late night the trains are few and far between. So, if you have to transfer twice, like I did, you just sit there. And sit there. At 3:10 I am still in Metro center. Sitting on the train, which basically just parks itself and waits for the last of the stragglers to hop on.
While I am sitting there some guy tries to talk to me. Eww. Creeper. No. It’s 3:10am and I don’t want to chat.
Or..maybe I do. Or maybe I just want to BE the creeper.
I hear across the car a group of people talking and one says “well, there are lots of Albanians in Boston, also New York, but pretty much all around New England…”
Someone was talking about Albanians! Maybe..they were Albanian??
I hop out of my seat and creep over. “Heyyyy. Couldn’t help but overhearing. Are one of you Albanian??”
This young blond guy says, um yeah, I’m Albanian. I moved here when I was 9. I say, oh! I’m learning Albanian!!
He says, well, go ahead, what do you know? I said, po, si kam thene, po studioj shqip tani ne shkolle….
OMG! he says. You do speak Albanian! I have never heard anyone that wasn’t Albanian speak it.
He tells me we should hang out and he’ll help me study. We exchange numbers and I reach my stop.
We briefly texted back and forth in shqip and then he invites me to brunch in about 9 hours.
We go to brunch.
I have an Albanian friend.