The Other Jamie Gaines
We just got back from a kick-ass weekend in Ohio celebrating Ashley’s birthday with family and friends. (Save your “‘kick-ass Ohio weekend’ is an oxymoron” cracks, you wiseacres.) I’m way behind on posting pictures of our various adventures on my Flickr account, so I’ll try to get some stuff up soon for those that have been asking for it.
Until then, I’ll tide you over with this story. I’m catching up on my various email accounts today, and I come to a thread titled “PCB” on my Gmail account that has about 7 messages in it. This is the first message, sent to me and about seven other people.
Hi! So it sounds like everyone needs to be home on by Monday… So that works out great!
Do we know the final count that is coming? I know Jamie Gaines, Vince and Matt are now coming too. Is Molly?
The keys to the place are getting sent to matt’s house this week. I will get everyone directions. What time do ya’ll want to leave next Thursday? I fly home that day, so will get on whatever flight is convenient for our departure. Also, what time do we start that Friday?
Enough questions for now… I’m sure I’ll think of more soon! Oh, as far as food, should we just make a big list and buy groceries there? I know we sill have over a week, but am so excited!
At this point I’m pretty excited too. I’m clearly getting ready to go on another trip, which is always fun. The only problem is that I have no idea who the hell any of these people are.
It became clear pretty quickly that these nice folks had mistaken my email address for some other Jamie Gaines who gets to go on a fun trip next weekend. Lucky other Jamie Gaines.
The rest of the emails are all from various people in the list regarding what time they are getting to the rental place and what time they are going home, etc. Once I figured out that I wasn’t being spammed or Punk’d, I wrote this message back to the group.
Hi, there.
I have no idea who any of you people are. I think you have my email address confused with that of some other Jamie Gaines, who is apparently going on a cool vacation with you soon.
As much as I would like to go, you should probably send your emails to the real Jamie Gaines - well, at least your real Jamie Gaines - so he or she can go on this fun trip. Otherwise I’m going to show up, which would be pretty awkward at first seeing how none of us have ever met.
Perhaps your Jamie Gaines’ email address is [an email address kinda like mine]@gmail.com, and not [my email address]@gmail.com like mine is.
Oh, well. Have fun on your trip!
- “The Other” Jamie Gaines
So then I get back this response from one of the girls on the list.
Wow….Another Jamie Gaines?! I don’t know if the world is ready for that!
So….Are you single?
This is getting interesting. This girl sounds hot. Of course, I think that about all girls who ask if I’m single. That may sound like shallow praise until you consider that the only time I get asked if I’m single anymore is when I’m filling out a credit application, so this is special.
Anyway, sensing from the emails that this is a fun group of people pretty much like my friends, I sent one more response back.
I know. I was just as shocked as you to learn of this other Jamie Gaines, though I think the world can probably handle both of us. After all, you can never have too many devastatingly attractive, utterly hilarious, and extremely intelligent people to hang out with, and I’m sure your Jamie Gaines must be all those things. How could he (or she) not be? By the way, is your Jamie a guy or a girl? I’m a guy Jamie.
And, alas… I am married, but my wife loves to travel also and I’m sure that y’all would just love her. I’ll see if she wants to go on our trip.
We live in Greensboro, North Carolina. Since I Google-stalked all of your email addresses earlier to make sure I wasn’t being Punk’d, I’m guessing that most of you live in Atlanta, a relatively short drive from our house.
We have a bunch of friends in Atlanta, so I’ll make sure I let you know when we’re coming to visit next time. We can throw back some drinks, plan our next fabulous vacation together, and find out if a bar will explode with awesomeness from the sheer power of two Jamie Gaines’ in one place, as I’ve long suspected it would.
Have fun on our trip. You’ll have to send me some pictures so I know how much fun we had. I’ll post them on my blog at… you guessed it: www.JamieGaines.com - and tell everyone about what a killer time I had with my new best friends from Atlanta.
Enjoy your vacation, and thanks for the chuckle on an otherwise lame Monday.
- “The Other” Jamie Gaines
Anyway, I thought this was all pretty humorous. Jamie as a first name and Gaines as a last name aren’t terribly common, and the two together are even less common, so I’ve always thought it would be interesting to meet someone who shared my name.
Maybe someday I’ll get to meet the ATL JG. Come to think of it, I should start trying to track down all the Jamie Gaines’. We could start our own club. Now I definitely don’t think the world is ready for that.
Dear NC JG,
Short for North Carolina JG, but I digress. My man, you would clearly fit in with this motley bunch. I have two funny observances to add, other than the hilarity of this whole ordeal.
1) You haven’t made any snide referrences to the fact that we’re going to Panama City. (i.e…do you have mullets?,,,, or will you bring me back an airbrushed t-shirt with the likeness of myself on said airbrushed t-shirt?…..etc. Feel free to add your own redneck riviera puns here.
2) Our own JG just so happens to hail from Panama City!!! Yippee!!
Anyway, to further add to the confusion, my girlfriend, also named Jamie, is the one who’s found the rental property for us. We’ll definitely take lots of photos to send to you, our new mystery friend, and legendary Jamie Gaines !!
PS, you’ve probably realized by now that my website was just a joke. But isn’t that a great url for someone!?
PSS - Jamie and I just searched your site for a photo of you. Upon finding your 10th grade photo, we’re pleased that you too were once the proud owner of a mullet, my brotha. Stay metal!
PSSS - Is that really a photo from 10th grade? Let’s bring that look back.
This is too hysterical. As the friend of “Original Recipe” JG, I must point out that stuff like this only happens to him - and yes, he should bring the mullet back.
Hey, Matt.
Thanks for joining the party. This is getting funnier by the minute. To answer your questions…
1.) I could never make snide comments about Panama City Beach because I’d have zero moral ground to stand on. Why?
a.) I’m originally from Ohio. ‘Nuff said.
b.) I’ve vacationed in Myrtle Beach and Gatlinburg more times than I can possibly remember… Well, unless I go and count all the airbrushed memorabilia I’ve acquired on said trips. Then I could probably do it.
c.) There’s the 10th grade mullet picture, which I see you’ve already found.
I’m sad to say that I’m no longer sporting the mullet, or the G-Ball Curl as we used to call it, but I think you and E-Fab are right. It might be time to bring it back.
A lot of other retro stuff is making a comeback, why not the vaunted Camaro Crash Helmet? Nothing like a little bit of “Business in the Front, Party in the Back” to let the ladies know what I’m all about.
The best part of the whole thing would be to watch the looks on the faces of the people I work with as the Kentucky Waterfall gradually took shape over time. I could do a special series on the blizzog called “The Mullet Diaries”, starting with that first trip to the barber where I say, “Don’t worry about trimming the back. That’s not how I roll anymore,” and culminating with my boss coming in for that “We need to talk about your hair” conversation.
This thing might have legs!