Shrinking

There was a whole lot of screaming going on in my apartment Thursday night. Connie was over and we were looking through old pictures. As we were flipping through 1998 we came across shots of then roommate Frank's friend Pat. Pat looked familiar. Connie's older sister was friends with him (read: had a huge crush). I then yelped, "Your sister is THAT Renee?!"

Creepier still, Connie also knows Frank...he rented a room in her mother's house when Connie was in high school.

This world is much too small...and now I know more about Connie's sister than I'd really like to.