I'm famous

Have you ever been mistaken for someone? A stranger approach you and start talking to you, assuming you are someone they know really welll? It's funny when that happens, and it's even funnier when the person still adamantly believes that you indeed are their friend and they don't understand why you don't remember them.

This happened to me yesterday. Was walking to a meeting at a townhouse that happened to have a terrace/balcony thing where people were standing. I am about to walk into the building when one of the women leans over and screams "HEY! I KNOW YOU! HOW ARE YOU!???!!"

I look around thinking "Who in the hell is this woman?" Laughing it off I walk inside, meet up with my writing coach who then suggests that we go out to the terrace to work on my script. We go out there, the woman is waiting for me with open arms. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" She was so excited to see me. Then she saw that I had no idea who she was. "OH COME ON, DON'T BE SUCH A KIDDER, HOW HAVE YOU BEEN." At this point the smell of alcohol was very much a dominant aspect of the terrace - it's 3pm and this lady is already soused. See, this is why I want to be a writer, so I can have free cocktails at 3pm and scream at people on the street. Who am I kidding, I will do that anyway, whether I'm a writer or not.

Any way it turns out she's some opera director and was convinced, CONVINCED, that I was a lighting designer she used to work with. Even after talking to her for a few minutes about my background, trying to find some common thing that she might know me from, she still didn't believe I was actually Gayle Crispin. I told her I was from Denver and she said "No. Next. Tell me something else." Swear to god, this woman would not believe that I was who I kept telling her I was. I even started to pull out my drivers liscence, Blockbuster card, etc. Meanwhile my coach was laughing his ass off. At least someone was entertained.

On the bright side, at least now when I apply to membership at this club, I'll have her as a sponsor since she seems to know me so well. But I'll have to keep her away from the booze until after the vote. With my luck, she'd think I was someone else again and wonder what I was doing in a writer's group and not back home doing her laundry.