Guess Who’s Not Coming to Dinner
Being a fly on the wall of a recent dinner party hosted by yours truly would’ve made you giggle. I can tell you who wasn’t there after some lovely Veitti Langhe Italian wine and the new, celebrated release of the Old County Cellars Cab…Mr. Memory.
The hour was, well it seemed late after incredible Bouillabaisse and good grapes; our bellies were stuffed. We started talking about Oscar nominees and that reminded me of news of the week–the seceding of the Prince from the Royals. Only problem was none of us could think of Harry’s name. We remembered Meghan’s name but not Harry’s. We went through the file cabinet of Royals, Andrew, William, Charles, Edward but no Harry. It was a total hilarious break down of DYSNOMIA–word finding problems. Oh it happens even in our 20s but as we age it becomes more common. Who really thought of Harry other than when his mum passed away or when he got in trouble or when he married Meghan. There was no moment when I was incentivized to make a concerted effort to use my constellation of Memory Stars memory tricks(see MyMemoryPal YouTube for this tool) to file him away Ppppp-rrrrrrr-op-e-r-l-y. Here’s what I would’ve done had I cared to remember him:
I could have associated him with other red heads.
I could have put a picture in my mind’s eye of he and Meghan both with red hair in red suits or something absurd.
I could have put a wig on all other family Royals that looked like Harry’s hair for a memorable picture.
Instead I chose to write a silly poem for memory’s sake:
Harry the red head, seemed like a green head,
Not a Prince but more like a Toad,
Seems he’s no longer the Royal,
Guess it’s time for him to boil,
His suits of British armor,
And clamor up to glamour,
With celebrity wife Meghan,
For more freedom and mayhem,
And, perhaps a little more fun.
Remember me until next time,
Jenn Bulka, Memory Specialist
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