One can never have too many friends, or that ‘s what I used to think.
I was lucky enough to spend the weekend in New York City with my great husband and dear friends. We took full advantage of our time there. We made plans to have dinner, see an intimate venue magic show at the Waldorf Astoria, spend the next day at the Chelsea High Line, Chelsea Market, have dinner yet again at a great restaurant and see the Broadway show, An American in Paris.
Sounds great, right? And it was, but logistics had to be implemented every few hours.
These particular friends are great for lots of reasons, not the least of which is that down time and private time is always built into our joint ventures. So, we are glad to have cell phones and texting at our fingertips to make plans to meet up after we go our separate ways.
Just to make sure everyone was on board, I sent a group text to each of our friends with our meet up place and time in a few hours after breakfast. Weirdly, I kept getting a text from the gal asking me things like:
“Who is this?”
“Am I supposed to be somewhere?”
“I don’t know, what this is about?”
Since her guy was the typical texter, I thought, “well, maybe she doesn’t have my cell phone number in her phone.”
So I’m texting her back with polite messages like:
“it ‘s me, Cathy. ”
“We already made plans, I’m just giving you the time.”
“Just meet us in the hotel lobby.”
But I’m thinking, “geez what the hell is wrong with her? Obviously, it’s me and where and when we are meeting should make perfect sense to her.”
I keep reading these messages from her and it hits me. Her name is Terri. I have three friends in my phone named Terri. Terri K, Terri N and Terry R.
Terri K. was not the one I was in New York with. Terri K was at least two hours away in Pennsylvania losing her mind wondering why I was insisting she get her ass to New York City in half an hour.
Terry R was wondering why her boyfriend’s cell phone was texting incessantly with a group text message from someone neither of them knew.
I still think I could always use more friends, but Terry R’s boyfriend said I’m not allowed to add any more people named Terri or Terry to my catalogue.
When Terri K saw my Facebook pics from the NYC trip, she was disappointed she didn’t make it on time, but hey, I gave her plenty of notice.
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This never happens with my friends but that’s only because I only have one Thirsty Dave, one Scurvy Jane and one Sugartastic Daddy John in my phone.
I have done this! And then you feel badly you didn’t invite the person you texted. I so understand!! I love Chelsea market too.
Yeah and there’s that. Now, I really look like a dope because I didn ‘t invite someone!
I’m right there with you, it’s happend a time or two.
I’m starting to believe this is a universal experience! So immediate absolution is in order for us all!
Oh how funny!!! Too many Terris. And why didn’t Terri K make it? Being in PA is no excuse. lol. Great post.
Yes, Angela, there’s plenty of food and fun in NYC for everyone…where is she?
LOL I’ve done stuff like that before too…now I just pocket dial everyone. Technology…ya gotta love it.
Ha! Carolann, You made my day…I’m not alone!
Ha! Too funny. I have several Terri/Terry/Teri friends, too. Honest (and humorous) mistake. Thanks for the chuckles.
Please see, Bill Spencer’s comment below..It’s Terri–fic!!
Oh so you to can be Terri-fied? Thanks, Lisa!
I’ve sent some embarrassing texts by mistake, too funny!
My one daughter sent me a text that said if included her in another group text she would block me, jeeze.
These young people are so touchy, aren’t they, Doreen? I KNOW they’ve done the same thing!
How incredibly funny now but I can just imagine you standing there looking at your phone and shaking your head :)!!! Thank you for the MUCH needed laugh Cathy!
Always happy to let you know my foibles, Ruth!
I’m sure that has happened to many others especially if you have too many friends with the same name LOL:)
Too funny. In my e-mail list I had husband Tony and colleague Tony. I can’t tell you how many times I almost sent a personal “I love you” e-mail to colleague Tony instead of husband Tony!
That’s hysterical. I loved reading it, but I have to confess that I was a little bit out of it when I started reading it. When I go to the words “great husband,” I was used to seeing words like great grandmother and my immediate thought was: great husband? What’s a great husband?)
I’ve done that before and it can be very embarrassing, but it looks like you managed to keep everyone happy.
I’m definitely going to ask my daughters if that happens to them. This can’t be just an old person’s problem!
Oh Bill Spencer where do you come from….magic language land?!?!?!?
You can be forgiven. Who hasn’t had a moment-Terry lapse?