Gathering the Troops

This week has been fun trying to invite people to my Superbowl party. The first and only rule is: no emails as it kind of defeats the whole purpose.

I don’t have a Rolodex of everyone I’ve met in the last 18 months but that’s okay. It’s an excuse to track people down and talk to them.

So first, I called the people I know well enough to have phone numbers for. Gunther obviously. And his stupid friend Gordo. I also called Monica but she wasn’t home and I left a message. I called Scott and we caught up for a bit. He’s been auditioning a lot and has a new girlfriend. I invited people from work like Janet, but not Neil and Kyle because they’re just co-workers not strangers I talk to.

I ran into Polly and she’s coming. And my new friend Luke from the pet store.

Tracking down the rest has been a challenge. I left a note for Maria the cleaning lady but I’d be surprised if she showed up. I also left a note for letter carrier Hung and Pedro the newspaper guy.

But I visited Ramon the dry cleaner in person. He was actually very helpful in explaining who was playing and the backstory for the game. I also invited the Cheese Guy and Check-out Girl in person because I was Whole Foods anyway and it was easy. The check-out girl (with the nose ring) is named Astrid and I made sure to invite her in front of Michelle so she didn’t think I was asking her out. She asked if she could bring a friend and I said the more the merrier.

All in all, I invited a couple dozen people and I have no idea how many will actually show up. But I’m buying a lot of beer and a couple party subs from Bay Cities so hopefully it will be a decent turnout.

New Newspaper Guy

Woke up early enough this morning to see the newspaper guy dropping off my Times.

But it wasn’t Hector, it was some new guy. So I said, “Hey, what happened to Hector?”

The guy said, “Hector quit, man. He won the lottery.”

I was more than a little confused. Did he win the actual lottery? Or some metaphorical lottery, like marrying a supermodel? So I said, “The real lottery? Like Powerball?”

The new guy said that California doesn’t have Powerball, it has Mega Millions. And yes, that’s the one Hector won. But he didn’t win the grand prize. He got five numbers without the mega number, so it was “only” worth $200,000 or so. Still, Hector used the money to move the rest of his family up here from Mexico and now he’s opening a bodega in East L.A.

I said, “Wow. Good for him.” I’ve never met anyone who really won the lottery before. Now that he’s gone, I wish I’d talked to him more.

I asked the new guy his name and he said it was “Pedro.” I said, “Tell Hector I said hi.”