Me. I'm talking about me. I am truly an idiot. Would you like to know why?
As many of you are aware, I have a slight obsession with New Kids on the Block. If you'd care to read more about that, go here.
Rewind 19 years. You know, blue eyeshadow (and mascara!), ratting your hair out into "wings" on the sides, big bangs (hair not science), huge gold hoop earrings...you get the picture. I got New Kids concert tickets for my 13th b-day. Can you say best present ever? Anyway, my parents gave the ticket to me for my b-day, and had contacted my best friend's mom, and she purchased a ticket for her daughter so we could go together. This is kinda funny since my BF hated New Kids! hee hee!
Okay, back to the story, besides my BF and I going, my mom had asked if we would take the daughter of her friend from work. This little girl was much younger than us, like in elementary school, and was totally in love with NKOTB. We were glad to. So my mom and her work friend drove us to the concert, and the three of us had a blast!
Okay, back to present day. Thursday evening at my brother's wedding reception, I was mingling with everyone, and I ran into Jean, my mom's work friend. She had her little girl Brittany (all grown up now!) with her. We said hello, I gave a hug to Jean, then Brittany gave me a great big hug...here's our conversation:
Me: Hey! You look so cute...how are you?
B: Great! How 'bout you?
Me: Good! Hey did you go see New Kids when they were here last fall?
B: Um, no, maybe if it had been Backstreet Boys.
Me: (slightly confused), oh, come on...they can't compare to the orignals!
B: I guess (smiling)
Me: Well I have some awesome pictures and video from the concert on my camera if you want to check it out later.
B: Sure! I'll see you in a little while! (she is seriously sooo sweet - and adorable!)
Well, of course I didn't have a chance to talk to her again before she left.
So yesterday I'm visiting with my mom while my husband, dad and brother (not newlywed boy), go to the Priesthood Session of General Conference. I mention how cute Brittany is, and how we talked about New Kids.
My mom gives me a really puzzled look. Uh-oh...I start to get that feeling - you know that feeling?
Me: Mom, don't you remember, when Rachel and I went to New Kids, we took her, because she was so in love with them?
Mom: Um, I don't think that was her.
Me: Yes, yes it was! I don't know any other friends of yours that had little girls
Mom: No, that was my friend Cindy who I worked with back then. You took her daughter Missy.
Me: No...I remember it was Brittany.
Mom: I didn't even know Jean back then, she started working with me after.
I proceed to explain my conversation from the wedding. She laughed. her. head. off. Rude!
I feel like the biggest idiot. Who starts a conversation randomly with: "so did you go see the New Kids concert?"
I can barely even remember this Missy girl. Brittany is so adorable, and we've had a lot of contact off and on through the years because of my mom's friendship with her mom. All the years of my adult life, I have remembered my New Kids Night, thinking Brittany was who went with us!
So, how does it feel being friends with an idiot?