Dancing Carolyn, whom we met in the context of last weekend's wedding, called and left a message on my machine.
Her "two"s and "three"s are a little hard to tell apart in her phone number. I called another woman first. Oops. Then I ended up on somebody's voicemail who sounded like the person on my answering machine. I'll call back later. Perhaps first doublechecking with Gretchen, the bride who is facilitating this crazy episode.