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Small World: Unfiltered.

December 7th, 2009 | 8 comments | Skydiving

Having gone out HARD the night before embarking on my road trip from Chicago to Florida, I was wondering how long I was going to make it into our overnight adventure before I needed to sleep or started getting delirious.

The 2:00 hour was probably my favorite. Here’s how it went down (in true Nicole style, because there’s no way to make this story exciting with my style of writing). We were on I-24 flying through Tennessee., creating our alternative lyrics to Beyonce’s “Ego”.

Tail lights. Hazard lights. DEAD STOP TRAFFIC. Get out – stretch. Try to work out the kinks in my back from 10 hours of driving. Hear cat calls coming from somewhere behind us. Wonder why anyone would cat call my unwashed hair, fleece and sneaker-wearing self. Realize the cat call is coming from three hotties in the pickup behind us. Driver yells something about a dance party. I’m not a dancer, per se, but I’ll crank up some tunes and have a social gathering on the highway. Climb on top of pickup with best friend – take pictures. Take pictures of driver on the hood of his own truck. Talk about Twitter, they are confused (apparently Manchester, TN isn’t hip to Twitter). Add driver as friend on Facebook. And…. scene.

So we plow through the rest of the drive, blah blah blah, then I get home. That night I got a message on Facebook from the driver and he’s all – “so crazy to meet you, even crazier that I’m best friends with Chad (a kid I went to high school with and my best friend dated his older brother) – how do you know Chad?”

The driver of the pickup, in the middle of Tennessee, who thought we were crazy for driving straight through from Chicago to Orlando, is best friends with a kid I went to high school with. In Kansas. Talk about a small world.

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I'm so friendly! Kudos to Lauren for knowing how to focus.

Have any “what a small world” moments lately?

  • http://twitter.com/plamorte Pat Lamorte

    Small world indeed. Just last week I discovered a guy who works in the warehouse here is somewhat a cousin of mine. Now he's doing the old “Hey Cuz” thing every time I see him and now I want to punch him. Too bad he's “family”….

  • http://doniree.com doniree

    You would not believe the number of times stuff like that happens to me. My friends even joke constantly here claiming I “know everyone,” which obviously isn't true, but somehow I always seem to find myself connected to people in the strangest of ways. Like, I found you because I tweeted about going to Chicago and @doughamlin's all “You should check out @SydneyOwen,” and I was all like “SWEET.” And Doug's connected to an exbf of mine from college because they used to work together. That's just one example, but I'm always finding the weirdest connections either via Facebook or just in finding out where someone's from and that they know someone I know.

    It is indeed a very small world. And I think our Internets make it even smaller.

  • mikesietecinco

    So true, the internet has taken what was already a small world and made it tiny. It's kinda nice I think, the world has become like a small hick town.

  • http://twitter.com/cassie_holman Cassie

    haha LOVE these small world moments. One of my many: Randomly staying at the same hostel at the same time with someone I graduated high school with–in Athens, Greece. The shock when I ran into her was astounding.

    And kudos to you for having a highway dance party?!?! That's freakin awesome.

  • nicoleantoinette

    Nicole style rules all.

    Or, you know, something a little more modest.

  • http://sydneyowen.com Sydney Owen

    Yeah, that's about right. :)

  • http://jocelynundivided.blogspot.com Jocelyn

    The world is definitely small. Upon going to a college with six hundred students on another continent, halfway across the world, I discovered that one of my new classmates was best friends with a friend of mine back home!

    Road trips are awesome, aren't they?

  • http://jocelynundivided.blogspot.com Jocelyn

    The world is definitely small. Upon going to a college with six hundred students on another continent, halfway across the world, I discovered that one of my new classmates was best friends with a friend of mine back home!

    Road trips are awesome, aren't they?