Name Dropping

Two things on the current Favorites list: Flannel and new watch. Neither of which are very socially acceptable, but hey, subversive? That's just how I roll. Another thing on the favorites list? My week.

I used to think that I was good with names and faces. That I remembered details about people's lives. That was all before I had so many friends. By 'friends,' I mean people I've met. Not real friends. Though I might have four of those. Last Sunday, I bumped into a Bo' alum on the bus. An alum I had already bumped into once and had been re-introduced to. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten her name again. That would have been OK had I not had to chase after her after she left her hat on the bus. The bus driver must've thought it weird that I didn't call after her, but instead, went back onto the bus to pick up her hat and then ran after her for a block-- at which point it became embarassingly obvious that I had forgotten her name and was thus unable to shout after her. Those were some icy sidewalks and I had to run all the way up to her just to tap her on the shoulder with a "hey." Oh, Moment #3829 I wish I could take back.

Last night was a more pleasant running in of sorts. Went to a house party with former roommate Amy (not to be confused with me)-- a party, might I add, where amazing tacos, tamales, and dumpster dived food were served-- and, in addition to meeting fellow social justice-y kids (it's so trendy nowadays) and making random mutual friend connections, bumped into another alum who has a much better memory than I do. She was three years ahead of me and remembered my name on the spot. I had a hard time remember the last name of a good friend I'd known for six years last night, so needless to say, I had no idea who she was. Though I believe the pieces on coming back to me now. She may have played soccer. And knew me because of my poetry. God, that sounded pretentious. I love it. If only I could confirm this on facebook by knowing her name. (It was loud and we were in a hurry when she introduced herself. Amy and I have narrowed it down to: "sounds like Nicole but isn't. Maybe starts with an M.")

(after telling the hat story at Bo' lunch)

Lisa: That sounds very complicated indeed. You should just say, "we've never been introduced properly, and you are-"

Moi: But the thing is, we have been. The last time I bumped into her. Where she remembered my name and I didn't. We can't do that again.

Zvi: What you need to do now is facebook her.

Moi: I would if I knew her name.

Zvi: No, you have to go through the pages of all your friends who might know her, and search their friends list, and pray that she posted a picture.

There's got to be an easier way...