Sunday, December 10, 2006

It's 40 Degrees Today

You know that six degrees thing -- and I don't mean the recent temperature here. I am referring to the concept that everyone is within six degrees of knowing Kevin Bacon. I was at a party Friday night before the annual Bar Association revue and several of the other guests and I ended up playing six degrees from the host and hostess and me. Kevin Bacon wasn't available.

The hostess had been a client of mine and we became friends. In a completely different life, I had met the host and his first wife decades before because one of his [now dead] fraternity brothers was married to one of my longtime girlfriends, a woman I'd first met when we worked together. She also went to the same school I did and was in the same sorority, but at a different time. This is a recurring theme you'll discover. There's a circle of life here somewhere.

The host is a lawyer and my family is littered with them. Not only that, but the host's first wife and I ran into each other at the hospital when we were both in labor -- she with her third, me with my second. We even ended up in the recovery room together after our kids were born. For what it's worth, my sister and I have children who were born a week apart. I'm not sure which is more cosmic. You could say it's a matter of degrees. But I digress.


One day the hostess, a marketing maven who was my client at the time, called to say she was dating someone I knew. It was, as it turned out, the host. Another cosmic moment. But he wasn't the host then, he was a member of some adventurer's club, while working as an attorney in real life. His hobby as an outdoorsman had come in handy capturing some Beluga whales for the local fish museum. My marketing friend was at the adventurer's club celebrating the capture as a dedicated conservationist. They have been together ever since. He kills 'em. She cooks 'em.

They were barely a degree from me when they met. Kevin Bacon eat your heart out.

Fast forward to their party on Friday. The six degrees game began as soon as we walked in the door. I brought along someone whose cousin turned out to be a friend the host knew from his early years working on the bar show.

Then the first guy who ever hired me in advertising arrived with his wife. Why was he there? He was working with the hostess on a pro bono project. I discovered awhile ago that his wife and I were sorority sisters from the same sorority house at the same school. See a pattern? One of us is older so we never met when we were in college.

The ad guy knew the guy I was with because they had met at some executive breakfast months ago and discovered they both knew me. How did that conversation go?

A couple I didn't know at all sat down and began discussing their knee ailments, so it wasn't until later that I learned he was friends of the host from grade school, and her best friend was married to one of the host's fraternity brothers. That's when I asked if she also knew my girlfriend who had been married to the dead fraternity brother. Why yes, she did. Did I know the people who lived next door to the dead fraternity brother and my girlfriend, when they first got married? No. But after a phone call later to my girlfriend, I found out that the host's first wife, who, by the way, went to law school after the divorce and became my lawyer for a time, was now close friends with the woman who had lived next door.

You need a scorecard. 

Because the party was inhabited by a huge number of attorneys, there were people who knew my relatives, but didn't know me, until Friday night. I was the older sister, the granddaughter, the ex. In fact the host introduced me as the ex to several people.  Then he tried to tell the story about how his first wife and I ran into each other in labor at the hospital, while the husbands hung out, but he was one too many marriages, brandies and cigars into the evening to get it straight.

Then there was the host's daughter-in-law, who is also an attorney. On Friday night, she introduced herself to someone she had never met. Within two minutes she discovered that his wife was a woman she had just settled a case with. Not only that, the same woman had also been her father-in-law's former secretary. She had put herself through law school while working for the FIL. They are now new best friends -- the DIL and the former secretary.

Meanwhile, it turns out the hostess' son was close friends in grade school with the children of a couple I met, who are now, all these years later,building neighbors of the host and hostess.

I didn't have time to talk to everyone who was there because it was time for us to all walk across the street to the theater for the show. Which was surprisingly excellent. Those attorneys can sing and dance and act almost as good as, well, Kevin Bacon.


6 comments:

screaminremo303 said...

Incredible. It has a nice "Children of the Corn" tone.

ladeeoftheworld said...

I have a cousin in prison because he just can't stop cooking the meth.  Since the prisoner had an attorney and I am a cousin of the meth maker, doesn't that kind of make me related to you?

jayveerhapsody said...

This is far too complicated for a simple Texan. You have me going in circles.....    J.

ksquester said...

I'm waiting for the Cliff notes.    Anne

suzypwr said...

Either this is incestuous, or you need to broaden your base. Or both.

(It's 40+ degrees here too, nice not to have snow and ice, isn't it?)

xoxo

mombzbe said...

I got a little lost, but I think I get it. But could you make me a chart next time? lol
I am suddenly relieved I didn't stop by and try to read this the other night in my impaired state.

My head would have blown up.
Anna