Familiar faces, elusive names at a college reunion

the hook, so seriously, drink up, already. ankfully the turnout was tremendous and many of the revelers looked as if their old drinking shoes had never been packed away. Several explained to me that they were supposed to be class of ’94 or ’95 but wound up nishing in ’97 or ’98. I’m going to guess the minimum tab was never in doubt.

On the way to the party, Kristen mused that people wouldn’t recognize her but they would think they remembered me. She was right. It became something of a phenomenon for the two day trip. One guy was like, “dude, I have lost too many brain cells and I cannot remember your name but I know I know you.” I let him down easy, but he persisted by asking where I was from, what I do for a living, yada yada… en he nailed it: “Do you like live music?” I said that I did and asked him if he was in a band. He said no but that he really liked live music so maybe he saw me at a show one time. I agreed that that must have been what happened.

A few times I literally worked the crowd. I would see someone 15 feet away who I could tell thought they knew me and I’d give a little snap and a point as if to say, “Hey brother! Good to see you too! So crowded!” I’d slink away embarrassed that I’d just become something of a snap and point guy, but then again it wasn’t really me so it didn’t matter much.

Another guy said he wasn’t sure if he remembered me from college or if I just looked a lot like his cousin Greg. at was essentially a lob serve for drinking-shoes Kristen to tell this guy and ve other strangers that people have actually mistaken me for the guy who played Greg Brady on the Brady Bunch. I wonder how Barry Williams/Greg Brady/ Johnny Bravo would react if while at a high school reunion someone blurted, “Hey, anybody ever tell you that you look like that Timmydaddy guy?” He’d probably be all unnerved like, “ I’m Barry-friggin’Williams, ok?”

When we were at Yankee Stadium, I’m pretty sure that I saw my sister-in-law Suzanne’s brother, Eddie. I was in line for a hot pretzel and he was on another line to get into the Jim Beam bar. I thought about trying to get his attention but being so out of context I didn’t think he’d recognize me.