Lightning Strikes Twice

In late July, I had one of those strange, surreal "small world" moments. Loyal readers may remember the post in which I wrote about the unlikely meeting of a friend of a friend a few thousand miles away from home. Matt had been cast as an actor on a cruise ship with my friend Richard and they had travelled extensively together, but I had not met him until we both signed on for a 24-hour theatre project... in San Diego. Matt lived there, but I was visiting -- my two-week vacation going into it's seventh month. What were the odds?

Fast forward almost 6 months.

Thursday night, after my roommate finished his final purging of things from our apartment, I drove him back to the hotel where he and his cruise ship cast are staying while in rehearsals. Upon our arrival, his cast-mates rushed out to help him carry in a load of goodies that hadn't made it to storage in time -- and though Joseph is one of only two men in the cast, two men who weren't Joseph arrived on the scene.

Now, I don't know -- call me crazy -- the math caught my attention. One plus two equals two? No. Uh-uh. You can't fool me: that's three. Three men. And when the third raised his head, box in hand, I knew why. This one was there to direct. Hello again, Matt.

Another "what were the odds" moment was shared before I drove away, leaving Joseph to his crew.

It really IS a small world.

After all.