You Don't Remember Me Do You?

Bloggers Note: May I just say, first off, I do apologize if I have bored you at all with my latest "acting" blog posts. I shall call it, my "Acting Period", you know, like Picasso's Blue Period. I've been boring myself to be honest. So unless, something insanely funny or interesting happens at an audition or on the set, I'm going to write about silly, frivolous matter that I think you will all enjoy. Thank you.

My last fortune cookie...I don't know either.
On Friday night, I had the pleasure of going to see Harvard Sailing Team (http://www.harvardsailingteam.com/), an extremely talented sketch comedy group, perform at the PIT (Peoples Improv Theater...http://www.thepit-nyc.com/). While watching them, I had one of those moments, which I get from time to time, where, as if being slapped in the face by John Cleese, I realize that this is the type of work I want to be doing. Very Oprah, 'ah ha' moment. So after the show I was feeling a variety of emotions, the most prominent being that I could have cried because I wanted this so bad. Hold here for a minute.
On a side note, I've really be trying to make more friends in the improv/comedy community; Really get to know them, learn from them, find out how they've gotten to where they are now, and hopefully have some of their wit rub off on me.
Okay, and we're back. So, I'm in this emotional state and I know about a hand full of people at the PIT (Aside from the improv celebs that I know, but they don't know me. That's always a bit awkward because I can think we're friends, and I actually have to stop and remind myself that we're not and that they are NOT following me back on Twitter.), and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but SOMEONE I KNOW, and eight tiny reindeer. Okay, no reindeer, but I was thinkin' ooh, I'm feeling all cool knowing somebody, gonna say hi, etc. etc. So I go up to him and say, "Hey, Bob! How are you?!" Bob proceeds to give me a blank stare...actually there was some fear in his eyes. Like if I had threatened him with a knife. I don't even know if he said anything. So I said, "You don't remember me do you?" And I went on to tell him how we met. But obviously I felt like an idiot, and a lot like Ann, George Michael's girlfriend in Arrested Development. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, this will give you a snippet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spfGSbZTDbM) Then fast forward to Sunday night. I go back to the PIT for my internship, and walk in and the guy at the bar is all like, "Can I help you?" and I'm all like, "I intern here." Just call me Ann. But truthfully, think about how many times you might ask somebody their name and then just blackout. And you walk away from the conversation having no clue what the person's name is, or maybe even what they look like. Its sick, really.
Continuing the story, maybe 10 minutes pass. I'm spastically trying to carry some chairs down these breakneck stairs and this lovely girl asks me if I need some help. And get this, she says to me, "Oh, we've met before. I'm Michelle!" I did not get to the bottom of the flight when another guy says, "Hey Laura! How's it going?" Let me tell you...I have zero recollection of meeting these people. I thought this whole situation was hilarious, nevertheless I felt like a total jerk that I had pulled a blackout on these folks. But I found out the guy's name and apologized for my rudeness. Later that night, with everyone I met, I repeated their names to myself and concentrated hard as to not fall into the abyss.

The moral of the story is: Don't take it personally when people forget who you are, because you'll forget people too. But try not to.

1 comment:

  1. This is the story of my whole life. How many times have I told you that I am not memorable...people don't remember me...lol I love this story.