South Carolina & Degrees of Separation

What is the Degree of Separation??

My trip with my high school friends is coming to a swift conclusion as we head to the airport, and our lives, first thing tomorrow morning. The weather finally broke. It warmed up enough to go to the beach for a long stroll, and eat delicious food for lunch by dining al fresco looking towards the ocean and sunshine ☀️!

There is also a wild story about meeting a couple from Long Island, New York, on a rooftop bar (Satellite) on King Street in downtown Charleston this evening. I’m still laughing and shaking my head about the particulars.

Typically, my gang takes a selfie with everyone in the photo at various places. Sometimes we take individual photos of each other, and still other times we take a photo of the others, not including ourselves.

We didn’t notice anyone watching us while we ordered drinks and leaned in to talk to each other over the load music and enjoy the start of our evening. However, on the opposite side of the rooftop, a couple apparently watching us taking photos and noticed that our Sarah had taken a picture of three of us, not a selfie to include her. We continued our conversation and commented on lovely weather that made our day a stellar one.

Probably 15-20 minutes later, the lady from the couple on the other side of the rooftop walked over to our table and asked us if she could take a photo of all four of us together. She mentioned she watched Sarah take the photo and thought we might like a photo of all four of us. “Sure,” we all replied in unison.

When Sarah got her phone set, Diana took our picture of all four of us. Yay! We welcomed her and her husband to join us since she was so fun and bubbly (come to find out they both are!). We swapped stories of where we’re from, where we all live, and our respective trips. Diana and her husband, Tommy, were winding down a 5 week road trip, primarily on the East Coast. She mentioned she had a daughter living in Virginia, and planned on stopping by to tuck in their granddaughter for bed when passing through on their way home to New York.

I quickly asked where her daughter and family live in Virginia, and Diana said, “Glen Allen.” I said that my daughter and her family lived in Richmond, not far from Glen Allen. Hmmm. The conversation swiftly moved on, and I let go of thinking that maybe my daughter may know their daughter. It was such a long shot of possibility.

Several minutes later, Diana and Tom revealed what their children did for a living, and added where their son lives in New York. When Diana off handedly mentioned that her daughter worked at Capital One, my ears perked up. Still thinking it was a long shot if I mentioned that my son-in-law also worked there, I threw caution to the wind and revealed my son-in-law’s name, Bo Hudson. Tom wasted no time in sending his daughter a text right then and there, seeing if she knew Bo, and would answer while we were still together.

More photos were taken between our now group of six. Diana and I exchanged our phone numbers for good measure. Hey, you never know…

But..no luck for an answer while we were all together with Diana and Tom regarding if their daughter knew Bo.

Two or so hours later, Diana texted me that her daughter indeed knows my son-in-law, my daughter, and grandson. In fact, I met Diana’s daughter, husband, and granddaughter, Poppy, not even a week ago at Bodie’s 2 year old birthday party!! Huh!!!??? They are all good friends is what I learned from my daughter Olivia when I called her to tell her about our encounter with Diana &Tom.

What are the chances of a couple on a five week road trip from Long Island, New York, whom I’ve never met, on a rooftop bar in Charleston, South Carolina, meets three gals from Ohio, and me from Maryland, and come to find out the unbelievable connection between my daughter and family knows their daughter and family simply because Diana mentioned her daughter worked at Capital One Bank.

What is this degree of separation?

bSoleille!

Terri

I’m still shaking my head…