First of all, ew, I can’t believe I titled this what I did. It’s so Disney. Second of all, whoever wrote that song “It’s a Small World” wasn’t playing around with those lyrics; they were speaking the truth (even though I hate that song and am sorry for writing about it)! I say this because of the story I am about to share.
During my time in college in Tampa, I was hired to dance in a production by a nice, young, gay gentleman. It was a memorable performance partly because the hair dressers never showed up, and Jason’s friend had to step in and tease my hair into a masterpiece of irreparable damage, and partly because it was such a successful production.
Cut to: 3 years later, I move into my NYC apartment and introduce myself to my neighbor across the hall, i.e. literally one foot away from my door. He looked so familiar, but I couldn’t place him, so I said whatevs and moved on to chat with his tan friend in the chic blue sweater – the Luxury Spot’s very own Gary. After discovering that we both had pasts in Tampa, we also discovered that we not only looked stylish, but we looked familiar, as well.
Later that night, I was looking through Facebook pictures of me, naturally, to see when I was prettiest/skinniest/most tan, and lo and behold I came across a picture of me with Gary at that dance performance in Tampa. Turns out, Gary was the fill-in hair stylist who did irreparable damage to my tresses, and my neighbor was the nice, young, gay gentleman who hired me to dance! I mean, out of the 8,175,133 people in NYC, I happen to move in next to these hoodlums. It was one of the best serendipitous happenings ever.