In this one, I was at a restaurant in Colorado with a bunch of friends and family--maybe there was a wedding. I had been listening to someone tell a very interesting story about dusty limestone foundations when I saw a man who looked like skipvia. "Hold on!" I said. Skip was walking out the door and I ran after him and yelled his name. When he turned around, I didn't know how to introduce myself, so I just said, "I'm ruzuzu." The dusty foundation speaker came charging after me--why had I run out on everyone like that? "But... Wordnik...." was all I could say before my alarm clock started to ring.