A month ago my friend SandMan asked me to help him plan his 40th birthday bash. But of course. I loooooove to throw parties. He is a great guy and well loved so I anticipate big fun.
Then he indicated his ex, G, wanted to "help". He put the emphasis on the word help, not me. I said sure. His brother told me (out of earshot) to be prepared. G is difficult. Difficult in what way I asked. You'll see was his response.
Ummm, let's have more facts please? Difficult like parallel parking on a hill in San Fran difficult, or difficult like sliding down a razor blade difficult? He only smiled.
Now I know.
G is a NameDropper.
I'm sorry, not A NameDropper. Perhaps the most skilled NameDropper. Of all time. Iditarod winning NameDropper. Olympic Medal qualifying NameDropper. I can't say I have crossed paths with anyone quite like her and I live in the city of Atlanta where "Facial Rejuvenation" (a/k/a plastic surgery) is as daily as multi-vitamins and Bikram Yoga.
Then he indicated his ex, G, wanted to "help". He put the emphasis on the word help, not me. I said sure. His brother told me (out of earshot) to be prepared. G is difficult. Difficult in what way I asked. You'll see was his response.
Ummm, let's have more facts please? Difficult like parallel parking on a hill in San Fran difficult, or difficult like sliding down a razor blade difficult? He only smiled.
Now I know.
G is a NameDropper.
I'm sorry, not A NameDropper. Perhaps the most skilled NameDropper. Of all time. Iditarod winning NameDropper. Olympic Medal qualifying NameDropper. I can't say I have crossed paths with anyone quite like her and I live in the city of Atlanta where "Facial Rejuvenation" (a/k/a plastic surgery) is as daily as multi-vitamins and Bikram Yoga.
Do you know name droppers? Are they all talk no walk? I have recently been told by G that she is BFF with Elton John (I will spare you how many people in Altanta say this) but also a vast network of other dazzling people from her "dear friend" Candice Bergen to her "dear friend" Anna Wintour. Perfect. I am sure they are both lovely. If so though, can you please stop asking me who to call to acquire certain items for Sandman's bash?
And if you do know everyone, please order me up a little McDreamy for under my tree in December. Oh, and my BFF loves Andy Garcia. And my Hub wants SuperBowl tickets. 50 yard line.
In between the Six Degrees of G's Separation, she also lets me know of her constant business. I know. You are busy. Telling me how busy you are. All of the time. Just SO busy. Wow.
The irony is that G. has all the makings to be fabulous. Great taste, fun, well read, wine savvy. But alas, you can't mention a restaurant, a building, a book, or a beach that she doesn't know the owner, CEO, writer, wine maker, builder, heir, or King. The only name I have not heard her mention is the Baby Jesus.
If nothing else, it is entertaining.
In general, Name Droppers are interesting, yes? What is the point of all of the name dropping? Is it to enlighten? Educate? I don't know. I think if you do indeed know Elton, Candace, Anna...great. And if there is a purpose to your telling, tell away. For example, Who can we call to perform at a concert. Answer: Hey, I know Elton John. See? That is a solid transaction.
But G just talks about everyone she knows. Repeatedly. She lists off her roster faster than Joe Girardi. More Facebook friends than Dane Cook.
But the irony is, she produces zero results from her wide net. Nothing. Nor do I see her photo in the many glossy mags delivered to my office showcasing face after face after face of Atlanta nobility at the many wonderful fetes we attend. Hmmmm. That's alot of yak, and not much to back it up.
So NameDroppers...please dial back. Unless you can really call in those favors like some Celebrity Apprentice, all the yammering, well, its a eensy bit tiresome. I am sure you do know everyone, no need to make it the primary topic of conversation.
And I wouldn't say she is difficult. I would say she is a bit misinformed since the litany of people she knows, well, apparently they don't reciprocate.
The party will still be fabulous, no doubt. And G, well, G's permanent residence is NYC so she won't be with us long. And then I can remove the ice pack from my ear canal.
And, as we say here in the South, bless her heart.
And if you do know everyone, please order me up a little McDreamy for under my tree in December. Oh, and my BFF loves Andy Garcia. And my Hub wants SuperBowl tickets. 50 yard line.
In between the Six Degrees of G's Separation, she also lets me know of her constant business. I know. You are busy. Telling me how busy you are. All of the time. Just SO busy. Wow.
The irony is that G. has all the makings to be fabulous. Great taste, fun, well read, wine savvy. But alas, you can't mention a restaurant, a building, a book, or a beach that she doesn't know the owner, CEO, writer, wine maker, builder, heir, or King. The only name I have not heard her mention is the Baby Jesus.
If nothing else, it is entertaining.
In general, Name Droppers are interesting, yes? What is the point of all of the name dropping? Is it to enlighten? Educate? I don't know. I think if you do indeed know Elton, Candace, Anna...great. And if there is a purpose to your telling, tell away. For example, Who can we call to perform at a concert. Answer: Hey, I know Elton John. See? That is a solid transaction.
But G just talks about everyone she knows. Repeatedly. She lists off her roster faster than Joe Girardi. More Facebook friends than Dane Cook.
But the irony is, she produces zero results from her wide net. Nothing. Nor do I see her photo in the many glossy mags delivered to my office showcasing face after face after face of Atlanta nobility at the many wonderful fetes we attend. Hmmmm. That's alot of yak, and not much to back it up.
So NameDroppers...please dial back. Unless you can really call in those favors like some Celebrity Apprentice, all the yammering, well, its a eensy bit tiresome. I am sure you do know everyone, no need to make it the primary topic of conversation.
And I wouldn't say she is difficult. I would say she is a bit misinformed since the litany of people she knows, well, apparently they don't reciprocate.
The party will still be fabulous, no doubt. And G, well, G's permanent residence is NYC so she won't be with us long. And then I can remove the ice pack from my ear canal.
And, as we say here in the South, bless her heart.
