I wonder if Dr Seuss ever visited Utah County? It is possible – it could explain some of his characters in his books…
This Saturday I went down to Provo to visit a friend and go to a BBQ to celebrate her husband’s birthday and some other kid’s birthday. It’s a big party and I’ve been going to it for about three years now. I only know my friend Brenae and her husband – everyone else is new to me. When I arrived, I chatted with Brenae for a while and then I ended up chatting with her brothers (Austin and Alex) who I know a little. We sat down for dinner and a little while later this guy came over and asked if he and his friend could sit with us. We did our quick introductions and Zach, the new kid, thought my name was Erica. I corrected him and we moved on. Well about ten minutes later he called me Erica and I reminded him that it was Erin. I congratulated him on getting it close though. Well about 30 minutes later he went to get something to drink and offered to fill my glass up- “Hey Erica, can I get you a drink?” to which I replied “No, but you can get Erin a drink”. He apologized again, and filled up my drink. Well, over the next hour, he kept calling me Erica and I was sick of correcting him so I went along with it. By the end of the night, I had about 5 people calling me Erica. Well, as the night went on, Zach and I went our separate ways and didn’t talk much after that.
The party is wrapping up and I hear “Hey Erica, Erica!” I didn’t respond, because I had forgotten that I was Erica. He shouted it again and when I looked up he was waving goodbye. “Nice meeting you Erica – see you around”. (He also forgot that I lived in Salt Lake). I just waved and said goodnight. My friend had quite the confused look on her face and I had to quickly explain what was going on. What’s the point in correcting someone that you’re never going to see again?
This Saturday I went down to Provo to visit a friend and go to a BBQ to celebrate her husband’s birthday and some other kid’s birthday. It’s a big party and I’ve been going to it for about three years now. I only know my friend Brenae and her husband – everyone else is new to me. When I arrived, I chatted with Brenae for a while and then I ended up chatting with her brothers (Austin and Alex) who I know a little. We sat down for dinner and a little while later this guy came over and asked if he and his friend could sit with us. We did our quick introductions and Zach, the new kid, thought my name was Erica. I corrected him and we moved on. Well about ten minutes later he called me Erica and I reminded him that it was Erin. I congratulated him on getting it close though. Well about 30 minutes later he went to get something to drink and offered to fill my glass up- “Hey Erica, can I get you a drink?” to which I replied “No, but you can get Erin a drink”. He apologized again, and filled up my drink. Well, over the next hour, he kept calling me Erica and I was sick of correcting him so I went along with it. By the end of the night, I had about 5 people calling me Erica. Well, as the night went on, Zach and I went our separate ways and didn’t talk much after that.
The party is wrapping up and I hear “Hey Erica, Erica!” I didn’t respond, because I had forgotten that I was Erica. He shouted it again and when I looked up he was waving goodbye. “Nice meeting you Erica – see you around”. (He also forgot that I lived in Salt Lake). I just waved and said goodnight. My friend had quite the confused look on her face and I had to quickly explain what was going on. What’s the point in correcting someone that you’re never going to see again?
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EJ! I'm so glad you're blogging. Thank you for letting me enjoy it. I am all caught up and looking forward to what's in store.
Truly win-win-win ;)
Funny. My undercover name back in the day when I was a PIMP was Eric Shane. Those were the days.
You remember that your name was supposed to be Eric until the doctor spanked you when you were born? That's how the doctors tell the baby's sex. They turn them upside down and spank them and the balls fall off the dumb ones.