Is it wrong to punch your host?
This was a weekend full of parties, but as the weekend drew closer, one event caused me some anxiety: the Saturday night worship band party.
Remember that ghost I recently banished? His name came up again - this time, it appeared he was hosting the party. What’s up with this? I don’t think of this person for like, 15 years, and now? Brain-stalking?
I spent the week dithering about whether to sail into the party with supreme confidence and face him, even if it was that horrid guy from high school. But eventually I decided that I’d be smarter just calling up my friend to check if it was the same guy I never wanted to see again.
“I have a strange question about the party.”
“Ooo-kay?”
“You’ve met this guy John (lastname), right?”
“Yeah, sure?”
“What can you tell me about him? Do you know where he’s from?”
“Ummmm…”
“See, I used to know a guy with that name, and if it’s the same person, I’m not going to be that thrilled to see him. I’d just like to, you know, be prepared.”
“I don’t know where he’s from.”
“Okay, what can you tell me? What does he look like? What color is his hair? Do you know how old he is?”
{I’m not usually this manic. This was a very special situation. You understand.}
After she described a few physicial characteristics, I was calmed. I felt even more relaxed when I actually got there and introduced myself to John (lastname) who was about six-four and had black hair…as well as being about 10 years younger than me. I hugged my friend and said, “It’s not him!” Then I shared this relief with him.
“So there’s someone out there blackening my name?”
“Yeah. I’d be just as happy not ever seeing him again.”
“It would be pretty awkward for me, too,” said my husband. “After all I heard, I’d have to punch you when I met you.”
“That would put a damper on the party.” He said.
“Well, I’d wait till the end of the party,” Joe said.
“Yeah, we’d at least have a burger first,” I said.
Over the years, slanderous people have suggested that I gratuitously add drama to my everyday life. I think it is all a lie. The drama just happens, is all.
Published by angelawd on June 22nd, 2008 tagged Just Act Normal
June 22nd, 2008 at 11:01 pm
I’m so glad that your husband waited for your identity confirmation before punching the guy!
June 22nd, 2008 at 11:21 pm
Wow, what are the odds of meeting someone with the same name! Awesome.
June 23rd, 2008 at 2:22 am
Weird!
June 23rd, 2008 at 6:54 pm
Kalynne, it could have been much, much worse. WHew.
Mom, it was pretty peculiar. Let’s hope the name is NOT that common!
Suburban, yep. I often think that about my life.