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I recently ran into a high school friend of mine in one of the strangest places imaginable. Sit back and I'll tell you a story (apologies for the length)....
I was doing karaoke with my friend John at Scot's (gay bar). Michael, my sister and her fiance were also there and we were all sitting at the very end of the bar. I noticed this woman was onstage singing "The Rose" in a trembling voice and I couldn't get over the feeling that I knew her.
The drag queen who was hosting said: "Let's hear it for Jill", as she was leaving the stage. That was it, I was almost positive that she was the same Jill I knew from high school (in Detroit). She hadn't changed much, but what were the odds of her being in the same Chicago gay bar I was in?
So, I debated whether I was right or not and if I should interrupt her conversation and say hi. My sister wasn't even sure it was really her. She and her friend were embroiled in a really intense conversation, so that made it even more difficult. Finally, after another drink, I walked right up and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Jill?", I asked her? She looked at me with zero recognition. Not a hint. I asked if her last name was McCoy. She said yes and was obviously struggling to figure out where she might know me from. When I said "Sue, from Mercy high school", she finally recognized me and gave me a gigantic hug that sent us crashing into the opposite wall.
This isn't the first time this has happened to me either. At my 20th year reunion, I had to constantly tell people who I was. Either I have changed so radically in those 20 years or I was extremely forgettable. Either way, it was unnerving and uncomfortable. Jill didn't recognize me and I had sang two songs right in front of her onstage. And I was a singer in high school!
I'd take it as a good thing. ;-)
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