Cricket (or It's A Small World After All)
Stephanie and I are at No Bar. It is early and we are the only ones there except for the owner/bartender Paul and a guy who is in the back room playing pool. A young woman walks in and looks around.
YW: Oh, there's no one here. I'm supposed to meet someone.
Sits down with me and Stephanie.
YW: What are you guys doing?
Me/Steph: Drinking gin gimlets and martinis. Blah, blah, blah.
At some point young woman introduces herself. Her name is Cricket.
Cricket: (seeing the guy playing pool): There is someone here.
Me: Who are you looking for?
Cricket: Do you know that guys name?
Me: No, but I'll scream it for you.
Guy playing pool walks into the room.
Cricket: Are you Vince?
Vince: Cricket?
They hug.
Me: Wait a minute. Is this a first date?
Cricket: Yeah, and now everyone knows and I'm soooo embarrassed.
Me: Wait a minute. You just met each other and you're hugging? Don't worry. This bar is like Vegas. It all stays right here.
Cricket: That's good because last time I was here I made a total ass of myself.
Paul: Oh, yeah, I remember you. (kidding)
Cricket and Vince go to sit at the bar. Steph and I continue drinking.
Me to Steph: I don't see it happening with Cricket and Vince. There's something about him. Actually it's his shirt. I don't like his shirt.
Me to Paul: We would like to order another round but we want you to know that after this round we are going to walk across the street and have dinner at Poquito Mas. You do not have to worry about the drinking and driving thing.
Paul: I really appreciate that because that is the big downside of what I do. I love owning this bar but sometimes people just shouldn't be driving when they leave here and I have tried everything but they insist. The men are the worse.
After this round, Stephanie and I get up to go to Poquito Mas. But first we feel we must check and see how Cricket and Vince are doing on their date. The bar, by the way, is now completely hopping.
Cricket: You're leaving? It's so early.
Me: We're old. This is my bedtime. Past my bedtime (it's around 8:30.)
We exchange business cards.
Me (whispering): How's the date going?
Cricket: Um, okay...(nervous laugh.)
Me: So did you guys meet on-line?
Cricket: Yeah, do you think there's anything wrong with that?
Me: No, no, that's how my sister met her husband. So what do you do?
Cricket: I'm a personal assistant to an actor, a real estate investor, and an actress. Actually I had a call back today and there was so much traffic on the 405 I called and told them I couldn't make it. I think everyone is really mad at me.
Me: Well, if you're blowing off call backs maybe you don't really want to be an actress that much. (Wow, when did I get so scary analytical hostile psychological?)
We start talking about the real estate. She tells me about her property and I tell her about my two condos in North Carolina.
Cricket: Wait a minute. You're not by any chance a Marshall Reddick investor, are you?
Me: I am!
Cricket: I recognized those places as Marshall Reddick areas. Do you know Kristi Dietz?
Me: Kristi Dietz! She is how this whole thing started. I took a class with her at Valley College. I love Kristi!
Cricket: I work for Kristi!
We could have gone on and on. But Vince and Stephanie (well, mainly Stephanie) were making conversation about our real estate nerdiness so we decided we would arrange our own meeting at No Bar and discuss strategy. Really, I loved Cricket though because she was young and smart and independent. And she made it clear that in these real estate deals there can be no loyalties, you have to just make the smart and right deal for yourself. I asked her if interest only loans made her nervous and her answer started with the sentence "any savvy investor would understand...." and then she started quoting real estate stats and, bottom line, no they don't make her nervous because she knows what she's doing. She is in control.
Steph and I went to Poquito Mas.
Me: What kind of name is Cricket? Is that her stage name?
We examine her business card. There is a sticker that says "Cricket" adhered to the front.
Steph: Pull that sticker off.
I peel the sticker back. Her name is Sharon.
How does it happen that someone like me who is not particularly friendly goes to a very trendy bar quite early so as not to run into the trendy people and ends up talking to a young enough to be my daughter trendy person? And how does it happen that for no reason at all we trade business cards like we're really ever going to talk to each other again because how could we possibly have anything in common? And then how does it happen that all of a sudden at the last minute we find out that we do have this major thing in common?
I'm telling you, cliches exist for a reason. Yep, it is a very, very, very small world.