So I went to a local bistro-like joint on Thursday night, to have a small birthday dinner for a girlfriend with a couple gals and and it turns into a Jerry Springer episode.

Like chromosomes I will change the all the girls names to Xs and all the boys names to Ys to protect the innocent, the guilty, and the confused.

We're sitting and I am tired from the day but happy to be with the girls.

I look over and there's a table full of men from an annual golf outing — 15 maybe and I think I see a face from grammar school.

Imagine? It's him. Same face at 51 as at 5. Imagine?

We get up, have huge hugs and laughs and go back to our tables.

After dinner we move to the bar area.

It's crowded. A gal pal from the past walks up to give me a hug. We'll call her X.

X and her hubby use to socialize with my ex and I when we were married.

She is still married, but out with X1, another gal who is at the table and I go over and sit to say hi.

X1 was married to my ex hubby's best friend who was also my great friend and they are now divorced.

X3 is also at the table is still married and is another wife whom I used to be a couple with along the way.

I introduce the birthday gal to X1 thinking they are meeting for the first time.

They girly scream then hug.

Seems when birthday gal was single she used to double date with X1 and her beau Y.

X1's beau Y  just happened to be my second ex's best friend. Wow, I'm getting dizzy myself.

I then spot Y2. Y2 looked familiar but I didn't realize he is the now almost ex-husband of another good friend, X4, who I've been going out on the town with for years with another pack of gal pals.

Truthfully, I almost called Jerry Springer myself but my heels hurt so much I had to go home.

Anybody else have a local Jerry episode?