Yesterday Lisa, Janine and I travelled to San Diego for our friend Nicole’s post-elopement wedding reception. It was at Mister Tiki’s Mai Tai Lounge in the Gaslamp district. It was very fun.
At one point in the night I was sitting at the guest book table, waiting for my turn to sign and a woman I didn’t know came up to me and asked, “is your name Martha?”
I looked up at her, wondering who in the world would be asking that, no one calls me Martha. I hesitantly said yes. Then she tells me that her name is Amy and she thinks she knows me. I look at her wracking my brain for how I might know her. Nicole and I worked together, but she didn’t work with us there. I didn’t know the groom before he met Nicole so it can’t be from him.
She goes on to ask me if I am the same Martha that worked at Registered Representative Magazine in Irvine. Wow. I haven’t heard that name in forever. But I am that Martha. I worked there in 1998-1999. That was my very first job in Southern California after I moved back from living in San Francisco.
And then it all comes back to me. Amy was the receptionist. Back in 1998 Amy was very young and had just moved here from San Diego. She was cute, bubbly and happy.
How funny is that. She gave me a big hug and we caught up really fast. Turns out her husband is the groom’s step brother. Insane. I was stunned by that the rest of the night, such a small world.
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