Jason and I had a rare night out tonight: going to see Our Town at the college. It was a strange feeling--being in the audience--because not very often am I in the audience for their shows. Usually I'm back with the director, taking notes, checking on things backstage. Tonight I was just there to enjoy myself, and I did.
Before the show started, a young lady came up to me and said, "Oh my gosh, Stephanie! Hi! It's so good to see you!"
I said, "Oh, hi! How are you?" and acted all surprised and friendly and acquainted, but in actuality I had NO IDEA who this person was.
We chatted, but I kept it pretty superficial because I couldn't figure out who she was. Did I have her as an actor? Was she one of my students? Was I her camp counselor? Did I go to school with her? I didn't even want to say something like, "So, I have two kids now," because what if she already knew that? How much did she know about me, and what if I said something like, "Yeah, I teach at the college now," and she said, "Right. I was your student." Embarrassing.
She asked about my sister, and so then I had lots to talk about with that. I never know how much people know about Andrea, so I can talk on and on about her. "She was living in China, then Florida, then Tibet, then Florida, then home, then China, now in Pasadena." My sister is a treasure trove of conversation fodder.
And then after about 6 or 7 minutes, I finally figured out who she was: She was my college roommate. For a year. And then she was my sister's college roommate. For a year.
I remembered just in time to say, "It was so good to see you, Cheri," before she left. Whew.
We did catch up more during intermission, during which time I had the opportunity to ask more pertinent questions and share more interesting information. "Did I mention I have two kids? No? Well, let me tell you about them..." We traded phone numbers, and we're going to have coffee sometime after Thanksgiving.
All I can say is, I cannot be held responsible for my brain's activity after becoming a mom. Whole sections of my life have just disappeared, details forgotten, people's faces vanished. I can't see this condition improving any time soon. So if you come up to me and I mention that I have two kids, just smile and say "That's wonderful," instead of, "I know. I babysat them."
Believe me, I still like you even if I don't remember you.