Bob and I went to the State Fair on Thursday. We did a lot of walking and I’m still in pain, because I am ridiculously out of shape.
The night before we made a list of the food we really wanted to try and a few other things we wanted to check out.
One thing in particular I wanted to see was a vendor called Rock N Roll Jewelry—jewelry made from guitar strings and picks and the like. Because this is me. I perused the rainbow of guitar picks to choose from and debated on whether or not I really wanted to buy something. I did like the idea of a guitar pick necklace with a custom engraving. But what would I have engraved on it? My name just seemed silly. Especially considering I don’t actually play guitar.
It’s like he KNOWS ME.
We wandered around the Grand Stand floor a bit while I debated and went back to the stand. The guy working the booth (possibly the owner? no idea) liked my Lightish Red shirt. When I told him what I wanted engraved on the pick, he had to write it down.
Then posed the question: “How tall is Andy?”
What relevance is this?
Then it dawned on me that he really had no idea that Mr. Grammer is somebody famous. He assumed Andy was someone I knew. I did not correct him. I felt silly enough as it was. He was asking height for reference in how long of a cord to use for the necklace. Gotcha.
It was about a ten minute wait for them to process my request so we wandered a bit more. When we went back to the booth, I don’t even know how many times the guy repeated ANDY GRAMMER in keeping orders straight. It was then a young girl working the booth with him alerted him to the fact that AG is actually a known musician.
He asked me if this was the case. I confirmed. And he said he had no idea and just assumed it was somebody I knew. Fine by me. The less I have to explain myself the less ridiculous I feel.
And now I have my own shiny BLUE, custom engraved, Andy Grammer guitar pick necklace.
There is a guitar string bead on the cord that slides so you can tether it to your wrist. Then you don’t have to worry about dropping your pick while playing.
You know—if I actually played guitar.
For my purposes, I’ve found a new fidget object. One of the only useful tips I’ve found in relation to ADHD.
Now I have a music reference in necklace form to go with the custom music charms on my bracelet.