It's a small world...

This past weekend I DJ'ed a wedding for my neighbor. I had gone to their house and helped her and her groom-to-be plan the wedding reception. Being neighbors, Crystal and I have known each other for a few years, but this was the first time I would meet the groom. We planned all the details from the first dance to the bouquet and garter toss, went over music, their likes and dislikes, and had a good time doing it.

So on with the post and the meaning behind the title...I grew up with the groom's dad. I got to the wedding and lo and behold, a family from my past was there. I used to live in southern California and I lived right around the corner from this family. I was in the same classes with some of them. While I was unloading my equipment, I made eye contact with (Molly) the groom's aunt, a girl I had known since '79. I thought it rude at first when she didn't say anything, but then I remembered, since then (about 1991) I had had facial surgery. To be more specific, I had orthognathic surgery or maxillofacial surgery This is the process of reshaping your face with orthodontics and corrective jaw surgery or painfully put, repositioning your teeth and facial bones to create a more balanced appearance. So of course she wouldn't recognize me. When I was finished setting up, I walked over to where the family was and said, "Hello Molly." Before she could say anything I continued, "You don't recognize me, do you?" I then said my real name, since I wasn't known as "Stretch" back then. The look on ALL of their faces was priceless, they knew me as the shy quiet one back then, and now I am the one running the show. It was so fun running into them and catching up on some old times. They all live around here and I have never run into any of them, but now that I have reconnected, I will see them everywhere, isn't that how it works...?