...that the following sentence could ever emerge from my mouth, or from the mouth of anyone I know.
The sentence is "I can't believe that my friend's niece goes to school with Lady GaGa." Until sometime last month I had no idea who Lady GaGa was. The name was vaguely familiar. I knew she was a singer and I thought she was popular, but I wasn't sure what she sang, though I was pretty sure I wouldn't recognize any of her songs when they came on the radio.
One day last month I was talking with my friend, Mary, and asked how her niece, K. was liking high school. K is in her freshman year at a girls' school in Manhattan. We were chatting about K's new school, and Mary remarked that K. shared classes with Lady GaGa's sister. Lady GaGa appeared at Radio City last month and a couple of my friends mentioned how hard it was for their children to get tickets. I mentioned my peripheral connection to Lady GaGa and there was awe. Of course, I am very aware that I have done nothing to earn any awe, nor actually has K, who is a lovely young woman, nor Mary, who is a dear friend. But in this world of celebritydom, I think I've earned my fifteen seconds of celebrity and have to laugh at my tenuous claim to fame. Now you are three degrees of separation from Lady GaGa.
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Like you, it wasnt a familiar name to us, but saw her on the TV news receiving an award. I couldnt believe the ...um, dress?
I just heard about her too....haven't heard her sing or her music...I guess she can really promote herself....good for her....funny how you can feel a little famous just by knowing someone who knows someone, huh?
I love the three-degrees reference. I really like your new look!
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