Well... I'm not, but apparently one Andrea Wachner received a letter in the mail informing her of a 10-year high school reunion, and rather than attend herself, hired a stripper named Cricket to impersonate her and go in her place. Now, I remember getting my 10-year high school reunion email (not letter), and laughing out loud thinking, "Who the hell would I wanna' say hello to that I don't already know or have as a friend on some ridiculous internet site like Facebook?" I read about this comedy writer, Andrea, and thought "Wow... she's a fucking genius." If I could go back, I would do this in a heartbeat. Strippers are fun... they have issues... but they're fun! Like many other people out there, I despised high school. I hated it for about a hundred different reasons, but probably the biggest one was that I was in such a rush to get out of Port Jefferson, I would've done just about anything short of getting arrested to leave the godforsaken town.
Andrea had a film crew follow her impersonator, Cricket, throughout the reunion. As Cricket worked the room, she communicated with Andrea through an earpiece, allowing her not to miss a beat. Short of a blood sample, everyone was convinced it was Andrea. Cricket also went so far as to tell her fellow alumni that she had been in a horrible car crash after high school and since had reconstructive surgery, as well as a small bout of amnesia.
This woman is fucking brilliant. If I'd thought of this myself, I would have found the biggest beefiest black man I could find to go in my place, telling everyone that I was in porn. I don't even think half my classmates realized I was half puerto rican, so for all intents and purposes it would work. My stripper friend, we'll call him Mandingo, would try and recruit some of the more attractive men and women for my next film, maybe even give one of the older, now elderly, teachers a lapdance. Oh well - there's always the 20-year reunion...
