The World is Too Damn Small

This past week has been ridic. I think I've said "what the fuck, the world is too small" about six times. That's a fair few more than three times.

I found myself in a Mt Eden lounge a few days ago (hung mung/still drunk) with a work mate, a guy I met back at school, a friend of another friend, and his girlfriend (who I'd met super wasted a few times but couldn't say I was totally acquainted with) who ended up being quite good friends with two of my best friends. How I ended up in this lounge, I don't really know. Apparently I was on the hotline to poor old work pal and ended up getting them to pick me up after I face planted a trailer and claimed to have a raging fat lip that needed attention the night before (half of this true, the other half I put down to me being drunk/a hypochondriac). But wow it was pretty buzzy, mainly because I'd met all of these people in totally different ways and didn't think there was such a close connection between them (bar the gf/bf combo of course). They were probably just as weirded out by my connection to each one of them too, and my raging fat lip complaints as well I guess. But it's such a small world that we all ended up together that drunken morning in that lounge.

The following night, after work we were having a laugh with one of the local regulars (regular as in 'at least two beers a day keeps the doctor away' regular), who thought he'd share with us the fact that he was Justin Timberlake's body double in a McDonald's ad that was shot here in New Zealand years ago. For reals. He was getting his groove on, showing us his moves and we were all giggling along. I lolingly (it's a word) mentioned that I actually still kind of remembered the dance I did in a Kool Aid commercial I featured in when I was a kid. Adrian (the two beers a day regular) stopped mid JT slide and stared at me wide eyed. I thought he was going to abuse me for (somehow) being apart of the Kool Aid epidemic that ended up killing some kids way back when. "Not the Kool Aid ad that was shot up north on that beach in 1998?" he yelled. Awkward, a Kool Aid fan? "Yeahhh it was actually, and yeah I was about 8.. So yeah?" - sheepish as reply of mine. "With the little afro-american kids dancing on the beach and giant blow up thing in the water?!" ...Dude knows this Kool Aid ad? "Yeah that's definitely the one? Haha?" - I was secretly playing things down, really thinking 'Oh my God... Maybe this guy actually recognises me?' - "HA HA! I cast that commercial! I was in the crew up there! Small bloody world!" Adrian exclaims. And off we went on a tangent about the Kool Aid commercial, finishing off eachothers' stories about the cyclone that kept us on set in Kaitaia an extra day, and the night our bus got stuck in the mud for hours before it was towed out by some psycho on a mission (turned out to be Adrian ya know). And ok, so he didn't recognise me at all and I found out I was actually cast as a little nig, not the Spanish cutie like my Mum made out, but whaaat the fuck! Small, small bloody world we kept saying.

And then! We find out that Adrian's friend who was drinking with him at work a few nights prior, turns out to be Alan the Felon who used to rap with CocoSolid back in the day, and recognised Claire as her sister because she was hoodratting the scene that night! Just weeeeiiiiiird man. (This was totally a "Lateesha's cousin Lauren told me to tell you to tell Laurelle that Latasha was looking for her" kind of story. Sweet as if it doesn't make sense, it does ok, honest.)

Despite the fact that I have three more, I won't put you through another 'OMG she's right, it's such a small world' story, I'm confusing myself a bit and you can probably see where I'm going with this. I'm not entirely sure whether my circles are too small or I'm too big, lol, but either way - AK is getting totes out of hand! Wise Old T-Ped made the valid point that there was an upside to Auckland's thought-to-be shrinking social scene, and that was for people like him - who in his profession, find networking pretty damn important. He's booked gigs purely by going to school with a band's drummer all those years ago or knowing a friend of a friend's rapper buddy. It's not all bad news. And yeah I'd have to agree. As much as I complain about not being able to meet new people without making a too-close-for-comfort connection, I guess that's how making friends works in this day and time. It's someone in common, not something. Six degrees of separation is alive and kicking homie. And just as I get to wrapping shit up here, the word fate pops into my head - ugh. We'll save that for another sleepless night.