Mistaken Identity

So a couple weeks ago we were out at the VFW to partake in some karaoke - as you do.

Becky says, "Check out this Lou Diamond Phillips wannabe." while gesturing to some throng of people behind me.

I turn and see this:

I didn't actually see this guy - but a guy who looked almost like this. We'll call him ginger hipster.

Me: "ummm...I don't think you know who Lou Diamond Phillips is."

Becky turns me around and again for a second look, and sure enough - there is a dude looking a bit Dimond-Phillipsy, but hidden behind the ginger hipster.

That was my first mistaken identity.

The next came tonight watching the Oscars on our new couch.

The camera pans across the balcony.

Gabe: "Hey look it's Darth Vader!"
Me: "You call Oprah - Darth Vader? Is it because she's black -- because that is not cool."
Gabe: "No! She's sitting next to James Earl Jones, you know the voice of Darth Vader."
Me: "oh...right - that makes more sense."

Vader                                               Not Vader

That was chringe-worthy enough, but we're not done yet. I come to write my blog of shame, cuz that's how I do and turn to google images to see if I can find a picture of the balcony shot, but I get a brain fart instead.

Me: "Who was Vader's voice again?"

Gabe: "James Earl Jones?"

Me: "Right! I wanted to google Edward James Olmos, but I knew that wasn't right."

Gabe: "Wow...I guess they do both have James in their name"

Me: "Nope I didn't even think of that, I just knew it was a string of three names that was tripping me up."

FYI - Also Not Vader