Yesterday, I was at the Aquarium (shocker, I know). It was an oddly slow day. I spent a good portion of the afternoon in front of the Beluga Whale window.

Scenario: when you walk into that section of the gallery, it's decorated almost like a cave. There's a faint blue glow emanating from the tank (20x18ft) itself with some really ethereal music playing in the background. The combination of the lighting, the music and the white Belugas almost floating thru the water is mesmerizing.

Not to mention the lighting is rather flattering (everyone looks good in dimmer light, right?)

So there are between 6-18 people standing there staring up at the whales. I meander thru them, making comments, answering questions and "engaging" the guests. (Big theme with the Aquarium). My favorite opener is "Mesmerizing, aren't they?"

I'm talking to one couple when a woman says "Ma'am, what is that one doing?"

I turn. The voice. It's REALLY familiar.

Remember how I had mentioned a month ago that I heard one of my old radio buddies on-air doing traffic reports, I called her and she said she'd give me a call?

Well, it was her.

I said "Maggie?" (Not her real name)
She shrieked "ScubaDiva!" (not my real name either)

We talked for a while. She was with a guy who was not her really hot husband that I adored. (Then again, it's been 10+ years). I thought they had the ideal marriage but I guess it wasn't that ideal. She's gained about 75lbs and I've lost more than that - rather ironic that our appearances have changed so much. On the otherhand, she's still hitting concerts left and right (wanted to know if I was going to the Flaming Lips tonight - I laughed and said I hadn't gone to a concert in years.) She got my number again, said she wanted to volunteer here, and promised to give me a call... So we'll see. Seems to me that fate is bringing us together.

Not five minutes later, I continue making my rounds. There's a guy standing dead center in the window, nose almost to the glass (ok, 6 inch thick acrillc). I walk over to him, both staring at the whales. He's got a white do-rag on, some oversized sports jersey and heaps of bling. I say my opening line.... (come on' say it with me) 

"Mesmerizing, isn't it?"

He grunts. I point out a few other facts about the whales. He grunts some more. He's got a vibe that he's 'someone' but I wasn't impressed. He was short so I figured he was a rapper. I went on my merry way to other guests.

Turns out it was Michael Vick. (Star QB for the Falcons)

I had been tempted to tell him the penguins like shiny objects and they'd really dig him. They have a lot in common - short and like shiny objects.