My husband and I like good music (mostly jazz), an adult beverage and gathering with friends. This past Saturday we had a once-in-a-lifetime experience with a much closer than six-steps away connection. All the way home at the end of the evening, we kept saying, “What are the odds?”
Our evening started at the Hyatt, downtown Rochester. We attended the Blue and Gold Gala which is a fund-raiser and recognition event for local police departments, including the city and suburbs. It was fun to get really dressed up for a change. As we were early to the function, we went to the bar for a cocktail. There were two ladies who were staying at the hotel, dressed in summer shorts, having a drink. As more dressed up people arrived, the one girl looked at us and said, “I am really uncomfortable because everyone looks so nice. We’re out of here.” We chuckled and gladly took their stools.
The Gala had great food, the music wasn’t too loud and we enjoyed seeing the presentations, but, we knew our favorite band, Frank’s Rat Pack was playing a couple of miles away. We headed for the East End Tavern.
When we entered, Frank took a second out of his song, to wave hello. Yes, the guys name is actually Frank and he sings really good impersonations, of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Louie Prima, and many others. We were happy there was an open spot at the bar. After we greeted the owner by name, the guy sitting next to me leaned over and said, “This is our first time here, what’s good on the menu?”
I answered his question and we continued talking. By the end of the evening we found out the guy was from the same hometown as my husband and had babysat for the same family. We found out his wife was from a neighboring town and I had been the flower girl in her best friend’s mother’s wedding. The saying there are only six steps that separate any one person from knowing another got extremely shortened during our conversation. It truly was a chance meeting, and a fun one at that. It’s on my to-do list to write my bride, now close to 80, and tell her about meeting her daughter’s best friend. Oh and we got to do a lot of swing dancing too.
Yes, I know this has nothing to do with a National Day of, but it was more interesting….