The 2nd weird thing that happened to me on Saturday: Dopplegangbang

After my time with Tyler Presely I cruised on back to the campground to say good-bye to my temporary neighbors. Campers are a friendly bunch-you get to know everybody. I liked them all except space 64. Self proclaimed expert camper Ricky Bobby was able to tear himself away from NASCAR just long enough to let me know that I was taking my tent down wrong. I can't stand people like that! Anyways everybody else was cool. 

My favorites were Bernice and Carl from somewhere in Arizona, USA. Bernice & Carl had been celebrating Superbowl weekend with their retired homies for several years. Ordinarily their kids would join them with their children (the grandkids). From the sound of it they all had about 6 kids that each had 12 children of their own.  They weren't Catholic. Maybe Mormon, but still? None of the kids/grandkids would be attending Superbowl at Doheny-palooza this year. I offerered to represent the 2nd generation...it was awesome! They totally celebrated me. They totally celebrated everything actually...for them retirement is one big happy hour.

As I bid them a fond farewell one of their friends pulled up in her fancy town car. Fancy friends name was Marilyn she was very “White Diamonds”. Marilyn threw the passenger side door open, sprung out of that town car, fast walked, in pumps, through puddles, then wrapped her arms around me like I was her Lazarus. "Slooooow down! we don't want anybody breakin her hip up in here!"

Jennie! Jennie! I can't believe its you! Are you all right? How is your health? Are you still married? Are the girls alright? Why haven't you called me back?

Damn lady I have know idea who you are but I sure do know those questions. 

Marilyn had mistaken me for her adopted granddaughter Jennie. Jennie lives in California with her husband and two daughters. Last year Jennie shared with her mom Kendra (Marilyn's daughter) that she and the hubby's marriage was less bliss and more blisster. For the past few months Jennie has been a bit detached. She's gone dark lord with a side of snapping biatch. The house looked like it had been ransacked the last time Kendra was there. "Jennie's not the same delightful girl that she once was. She doesn't have the same shine, energy. She seems miserable. She's depressed and isolated. I don't know what to do to help her. I hate to see her live like this".  In this instance this is a quote about Jennie from her mom. This time 7 years ago this could have been a quote about me from my mom.

Anyway my favorite part of the weird was this: Jennie had a twin. 
How crazy would it be if...
1. I had a twin 
2. that twin was adopted and also named Jennie.
3. after 37 years we were reunited because of this crazy encounter with her gramma
4. both of our gramma's are named Marilyn
5. we both had (she still has) lame husbands
6. we both have 2 daughters
7. we both go dark lord & detach when we're miserable because of our marriages

Within about 2 minutes my list of "how crazy would it be's" had about 30 things on it. I am gonna be so pissed at my mom & dad if they deprived me a lifetime of twin mischief!!!  Double Trouble would almost be worth re-attending highschool for.

I'm not the other twin...bummer!

"Marilyn!!! I wanna see a picture of my doppleganger!" I begged. "I'm sorry dear I don't have one, but all you have to do is look in the mirror. The resemblance is remarkable. Except my Jennie wears her hair very short....you should consider it Jennifer, I bet you'd look quite fetching". "Wow!" I said. "Just this morning my crazy ass fiance said the same thing?".