Hello My Name Is...

J's uncle Tim had a wedding reception this past Saturday in Colorado. After months of debating about how practical it would be for us to attend, we eventually decided that we really should skip this family gettogether because of the expense of traveling on a holiday weekend.

Friday morning, we suddenly realized that we had deliberately missed our last opportunity for a real vacation for the next 18 years (Disney World doesn't really count). We panicked, and decided "hang it all, we're going." So we boarded the dog, piled in the car and prepared to drive 13 hours to Colorado to reunite with his side of the family.

And then we realized...we didn't know where to go once we got there. J tried calling his parents but nobody was answering, so we were unsure if they had even brought the cell phone with them. Next option: Directory Assistance.

Fortunately, there was only one Tim ***** listed in Denver.

"Hello, this is Tim."
"Hi Tim. This is J."
"HI J! HOW ARE YOU?"
"Doing well. Looks like we will be joining you tomorrow after all."
"FANTASTIC! ...WHY???"
"Um...for the wedding reception..."
(silence)
"Um...Tim, when I said 'This is J ******' - did that mean anything to you?"
"Not a thing!"
"Ok then. I think I have the wrong number."
"NO PROBLEM! HOPE YOU FIND HIM!"

The Other Tim, as he is now affectionately referred to, gets 10 points for enthusiasm. And faking.