This is too wacky not to share with the internet, given that it was the internet that caused it. A few hours ago, I received an email from a woman who lives in Abu Dhabi (that’s in the Middle East, for you geographically-challenged). Sifting through the Kuwait forums on orkut (which I haven’t touched in ages thanks to New Orleans-related work and MySpace), she came across my profile and remembered me as the girl who acted in a middle school play alongside her little sister back in 1987.
“Did you act in Othello with Seema?”
It was the Taming of the Shrew, but … nineteen years later, someone who watched me in her kid sister’s school play, all of us in full costume and makeup, remembers me enough to ask if I was the Maitri who lived in Kuwait and attended school in the same area.
Now for the true punch: Seema and I loved Wham! in middle school. Listening to an old George Michael song a few days ago, I thought of her, smiled and wondered what she is up to. Coincidence? I think not!
The phrase “small world” is misused and abused in this country. If you meet someone who knows someone who knows your brother and all of you live in Greater Metro New Orleans, it’s not a small world, it’s a small city. When you live in New Orleans and your bartender’s best friend went to school with one of your best friends in Illinois, it’s a small country, not a small world.
An email from a woman in Abu Dhabi who stumbles across you online and informs you that your old friend, her sister, now lives and works in Kerala (southern India) … that constitutes a small world.
And, now, to annoy one and all (because the stupid song is stuck in my head and you must suffer with me), I give you:
It’s a world of laughter
A world of tears
It’s a world of hopes
And a world of fears
There’s so much that we share
That it’s time we’re aware
It’s a small world after all
Ughh! You had to do that, huh?? If this song is still in my head when I see you this evening, I am going to follow you around and sing it until the lass drop of wine is poured! ;-D
May you circle endlessly with no chance of escape through the bowels of a Disney theme park for making us all catch that song!
Now I’m going to have to go watch my daughter’s dance recital DVD so I can at least have the Tiki, Tiki, Tiki, Tiki, Tiki Room song stuck in my head instead.
Does she have pictures of you 2 in the play????!
FIrst Schroeder with the damned Journey, now you with the Wham.
Tonight, I break out the Milli Vanilli.
You’re an evil dot head, Maitri. What have done to deserve this? Ashley’s done a lot to deserve but nobody else has. Markus, for example, is a prince among men.
Btw, Ashley I seem to recall you being the one who posted Steve Perry’s picture on your blog. Was that the much ballyhooed porn?
MUAhahahahaha …
It’s not as cruel as my friend placing a mirror against her beta’s fish bowl to watch the poor little thing puff up, have a conniption and swim agitatedly within its tiny space.
The phrase “small world†is misused and abused in this country. Are you trying to say that many have little grasp of the true immensity of this small world?
No, I’m stating that many have little grasp of geography.
i beg to disagree. if you were to go to antarctica, meet someone from kamchatka over there, someone who claimed to be your ex-kuwait schoolmate’s boyfriend;, then and only then it is a small world. in your example, you just reconnected with long-lost friends. and it is not a small world as you are still several timelines apart!
oh what the heck, this is your blog. i will go along with your definition!
– s.b.
yeah, my blog. :-)