I promised I'd tell this little side story, so here it is...
Jeremy and I
when we first met probably talked the most about snowboarding, and I mentioned that in a few days my family was going to stay at the cabin in Big Bear we had a sort of time share at. He said that he had a season pass up at Bear Mountain, and we should meet up because he was planning to go one of the days I would be up there. Well our plans weren't very concrete or anything, so I didn't see him and Danny up there even though we definitely had gone snowboarding at the same place on the same day. While I was there, however, I had something funny happen. Now, this experience is not uncommon for me, so I wasn't surprised when I heard a few people shouting my name. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, so I ignored it as I usually do. This is because I have the most common name
ever and have made the mistake too many times of turning and/or saying "what?" when the person saying my name wasn't meaning it for me. Years later (I'm not sure if it was before or after Jeremy's mission), we talked about this day and how we never saw each other. Jeremy told me that him and Danny spent the whole day on the mountain trying to find me by shouting "Ashley!" at every girl they saw below while they rode the ski lifts. I couldn't stop laughing because, as it turned out, I
had heard them after all.