Friday's Feast

Appetizer: If you could take lessons to learn any musical instrument, which would you want to learn?
This is a timely topic, because I've just been thinking lately about how I miss playing the piano and wondering whether I'll ever get back to it. (We have a 1914 Steinway parlor grand leaning on its side against a wall in the basement—don't ask!) I was recently considering whether we should get a cheapo upright and maybe even start the kids on lessons. So this morning I got a call from some friends who are moving and want to sell off their (perfectly good but nothing fancy) upright! So perhaps I'll get my wish. I won't be taking lessons (yet, anyhow), because they are very expensive and really require a commitment of lots of practice time, which I don't have these days. I can't think of another instrument I'd want to learn.

Soup: Have you ever mistaken a person for someone else?
How about, "Has there ever been a day when you didn't mistake a person for someone else?" I am forever thinking someone is someone else. Not too long ago I went up to someone at the gym, sure it was Nancy, and made some snarky comment—but it was not her! Luckily she had a good sense of humor about it. I seem to have entire days in which I'll keep thinking I'm seeing someone I know, but I'm wrong each time. And then there's a strange phenomenon when I think I see someone I haven't seen in ages, realize I'm wrong, and then later really see them (or hear from them on the phone)!

Salad: On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how well do you keep secrets?
9

Main Course: What's the closest you've ever been to a dangerous animal?
Assuming you mean not at a zoo, I've been in the near vicinity of a bear but not actually seen it (although Andy and the kids did!).

Dessert: When was the last time you lost your patience?
Hmm, let's see, about 50 times every day!

Comments

[scott]

The funniest case of mistaken identity in my life was when I was at the renaissance fair with my (now ex) wife and two other couples. Long story short, I absently placed my hand squarely on one of the other women's rear ends. Hilarity ensues.

[Dawney]

I haven't mistaken anyone for someone else, but I get mistaken for OTHERS all the time! It used to irritate me.

Do I LOOK like everyone else?

Well, come to find out, yes. Now, THAT's a blow to a girl's ego. I have a VERY COMMON face--no distinguishing features. Normal mouth--not thin and snarly, not full and luscious. Just normal. Ditto with every single feature I have!!!

Then, one day it occurred to me. I have the perfect "face for crime."

Officer: Describe her.
Victim: No distinguishing features.
O: Big nose? Little nose? Round nose?
V: No, nothing like that, just a normal nose.
O: Anything special about her eyes?
V: No, just normal eyes.
O: What about her hair?
V: Brown. No highlights or anything. Just plain brown.
O: What about her height?
V: Average.

This is the reason I get mistaken for others. I look like whoever it is, until they get up close, and oh, yes, the nose is different--but they SWEAR I could be "her twin" in every other way.

And so on. I could visually impersonate just about every female celeb with just a little bit of makeup and hair change. OK, and maybe a few male celebs, too. LOL!

I'm in the wrong business!

[Karen]

Scott, you're lucky fisticuffs didn't ensue!

[Karen]

Dawney, ever thought of a career as a stunt double?