The Smallest of Small Worlds…..
I promised the blog a story that would blow minds and I will make good on that promise. First, let’s have some fun with numbers. It will help us later when we try to set odds on the chances of this unprecedented turn of events happening in real life….
There are 29,541 students who go to SF State in The City.
There were a few less than that at Flapalooza 3.0. Ten Flap vets made it out to the yard last night with a couple of significant others in tow……
Two of those 10 were these guys:
On the left is San Dawg from San Diego. On the right is UncaChuck from the Bay Area. Neither of these guys have ever met each other or spoken to each other before yesterday.
And now, to the story:
Chuck was the last of the Flappers to walk into the Public House around 4 o’clock or so. He walked up and said “Flav!” and I recognized him from Facebook and other places I’d seen his picture. We go around the table and introduce each other. When he gets to San Dawg, Chuck said: “Hey, don’t I recall you saying at the Flap that your son goes to SF State?”
“Indubitably. Nice memory. In fact, he just graduated this year.”
“No kidding?” Chuck said. “Hey, MY DAUGHTER just graduated from SF State this year, too!”
We all had a hearty chuckle about this unlikely coincidence and most of the table fired off the requisite “small world!” comment….
Great story, right?
Um, except that’s not what happened. That was an alternate ending I wrote to keep myself steady as I picked up the pieces of my brain that were blown and scattered all over Marty Lurie’s laptop after I watched the actual story unfold in front of me. Sit down, take a few deep breaths, and read on……
Chuck shows up last and we go around the table introducing ourselves. When he gets to Diggity he goes, “Hey, is your last name K__________?” San Dawg has a fairly unusual last name and I’m protecting it from the masses. But he goes, “yeah, that’s my last name.”
“Oh, I saw it on an email chain last night that had all the details of Flapalooza 3.0.,” says Chuck. ”I’ve got another question for you.”
“Uh, ok,” San Dawg cautiously replies.
“Do you have a son named Matt?”
“Yep, Matt is my son,” says San Dawg.
“Oh yeah? Well that means that YOUR son has been dating MY daughter for the last couple of months!”
Now as I’m watching this surreal scene develop I start thinking “there’s no way this is for real” and I interjected with “Ok, you guys are just fucking with me right? You set this up just to blow my mind, right?”
Nope. It was all true. Two Flap vets who have only casually interacted on my blog over the last few years, who have never met in person and who live 600 miles away from each other have kids who are dating each other. And they discovered this during the first minute of meeting each other for the first time.
There were many other rad things about last night that I’ll recount later today, but I wanted this story to stand alone.
some of you guys have indicated you’d like a custom Flap shirt. Snarkk has generously offered to coordinate that for you, all you have to do is email me with your contact info and he’ll be in touch. Trust me, they are very good quality shirts and 1 of a kind. I hope FerretHead reads this! Obviously, your handle would go on the back, not mine.
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I really like this pic: