People think of me at the strangest times.
I received an email from a former boss of mine who I haven’t heard from in five years– haven’t worked for in about two decades. Not to be cynical, but I figured there was a reason that she thought of me all of a sudden and sent me this email. And I was right.
The first part of her message told me what she and her husband had done. Retired now. Moved to another state. Built a house on 10+ acres. Raising farm animals.
Then she explained that she had written to ask me about events that happened in a bar near where we worked– twenty years ago— when Bailey’s Irish Cream was a new and exotic drink to us. Specifically, she wanted to know if I remembered the names of any of the drinks with Bailey’s Irish Cream in them that we used to enjoy.
I could only think of two drinks, a Nutty Irishman [Bailey’s and Frangelico] and a B-52 [Bailey’s, Grand Marnier, and Kahlua], but I emailed to her what I could remember. I figured she was hosting some shindig and wanted to have some special drinks.
But I could not have been farther from the truth, as I learned when former boss emailed back and finally told me what she was really up to.
One of her alpacas, named Bailey, had just given birth. And former boss thought that it’d be fun to name her newest little girl alpaca, the daughter of Bailey, after one of those drinks we enjoyed years ago. But former boss couldn’t think of the names of any of them, so naturally she thought of me.
Well, of course. Makes perfect sense.
At first I was a bit miffed about why former boss had contacted me. But as I got thinking about it I decided that I liked my newfound title of She Who Names Alpacas. It had a certain ring to it.
So I sent former boss an email suggesting that “Bea,” a shortened form of B-52, would be a good name for an alpaca. I liked it because I figured that if I was an alpaca I’d want a respectable name– not something silly like Nutty. Me, a suburbanite, being so knowledgeable about alpacas and all….
Former boss emailed back, said that she liked the name, and promised to send photos of Bea, just as soon as she got around to taking them. Which in my estimation will be about the time Bea becomes a mother herself and former boss, needing yet another “Bailey” name, thinks of me again.