I made a huge mistake today. A dumb, just not thinking, sort of mistake. You see, I called a restaurant to make a reservation for my man and I to have dinner with his sister and several of her friends. So when asked for the last name I said - Chung - because that would be the name that everyone would recognize. But then they threw me off guard and asked my first name! So of course I said Pamela. And the nice receptionist said - "Well thank you Ms. Chung, we'll see you on Friday"........*big pause*........*sudden realization that I have just registered myself as married to him*.......*FREAKOUT*
Not only did I accidently give them the wrong name, but now when we arrive, with his SISTER in tow, they will announce to the world that I have given the wrong name. And I will be forced to admit that on occasion I am a big moron. Sigh. He doesn't mind one, bit. He thinks this is completely hilarious and teased me all day long that I must want to get married now...which just makes me even more spazzy!
But it all got me to thinking - would a Pamela by any other name still be me? What must it be like to get married and change your name. I don't think you become a new person when you get married, although being single I may be incorrect. I think you likely evolve throughout life and marriage is one step in that evolution. So doesn't a sudden change in name, a change in your most basic identifier, come as a bit of a shock to the system? It took me years to answer when someone calls for the doctor, so could I ever learn to answer to another name?
Luckily I don't have to sort out that conundrum just yet. For now, I just have to get to the restaurant first on Friday night and greet everyone so that no one has to be asked by the waitress if they are with the table for Pamela Chung.
Lots of love
Pamela
Currently listening to: my lovely patient man making me Kraft Dinner at 1am after my evening shift.
Currently reading: Sugar: A Bittersweet History by Elizabeth Abbott
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