The other night, there was a huge women’s event in our community. A charity thing. There were 350 people there – including the women who were being honored for their dedication and service.

I’m not one to bid at silent or not-so-silent auctions. I get carried away. I know this about myself, so I just abstain. But my “date” was bidding on a 4 strand necklace of large fresh water pearls (to die for!) and I saw this hobo bag. It was just like what I’ve been looking for, but would never buy. Too pricey. Not necessary. All that. But in the name of charity (and a glass of wine under my belt), I wrote a modest bid. Then came dinner. When my friend went back to check her status on the necklace, she offered to check the bag and upped it for me. I now realize it’s very easy to bid more when you aren’t actually looking at the sheet.

Well, I won. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any money with me. Not true, really. I had $4.20. That was not going to cover it. Trust me.

But since I know the Director of the organization running the shin-dig, I took home the bag and sent a check. It’s a great bag! And a great deal, if you believe that attached price tag.

The night was like many events. The food was good. The speakers were spirited. The company was nice.

But. The highlight….

Earlier in the evening, that same Director of the nonprofit that put this whole thing together pulled me aside and asked me…

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Jennifer Aniston?”

Easy answer. No. Never.

“Well,” he said, “I watched three of her movies today (my note here – can you even frickin imagine watching three J.Aniston movies in a lifetime, let alone in a day??) and I’m here to tell you that you look just like her.”

I was flabbergasted. Flabbergasted, I say.

And then, the woman next to him (whom I’ve never met) said, “He’s right. You’re the spitting image.”

As I said, I’m flabbergasted.