A Coincidence of International Character -or- The Time My Husband Inadvertantly Outed My Friend's Brother-in-Law

Recently, I had a little get-together at my place. It was just Mikael and myself, Mikael's friend Peter, Mina and her husband Niels, and Grace, a blog friend originally from a tropical country, now living here with her Danish husband. Grace hadn't met the other attendees, save myself and Mina. She was just visiting Copenhagen a short time for her work and we'd enjoyed several meetings here and there with other gals we know from our particular blogging sphere.

At some point in the conversation, Grace tells us about her husband when she mentions that he is from a very tiny Danish island, Hjortø, where there are few inhabitants. Mikael lights up, actually having had met some people from that island. In typical Mikael fashion, instead of asking what Grace's husband's family name was, he rapidly starts telling one of his oh so many anecdotes. This is roughly what he tells us:

Many years ago, Mikael's ex-girlfriend's brother had gone to school with someone from Hjortø, and told Mikael many comical things, like how this person always had a knack for falling out of windows, walking into trees or other precarious situations of that nature. He even met him once, briefly.

Then, just a few years ago, Mikael was talking to the bartender at one of our old haunts. He spoke with a typical Copenhagener accent, but let on that he was in fact, from the small and sparsely populated island of Hjortø. Immediately of course, Mikael had to mention the fact that he had once met one of his fellow islanders. He said he couldn't remember his name, but then told of this person's habit of falling out of windows and the like. The bartender didn't miss a beat. "Anders Gammelgaard" he said.

At this point in Mikael's anecdote, I recognize this last name to be Grace's married name. I mention this to our little party and Grace confirms that in fact, it is her brother-in-law. We all laugh, at the luck of Mikael having had met him many years before. Mikael forges on, saying that there is a small twist to the story. He hesitates to tell it, but we convince him to go on.

The bartender, a very artistic personality, and quite brazen at that, then stated flatly to Mikael: "He was the first guy I ever gave a blow job".

We are rolling over from laughter at this new found sexual innuendo, not to mention I am looking nervously at Grace, wondering what she makes of it. The thing is, she hasn't quite gotten the detail that the bartender himself was male, and mentions that her brother-in-law always has a lot of girlfriends. Mina and I look at each other and decide we should break it to her. We say it in unison. Grace goes quiet, her mouth perfectly rounds out an "oh."

Luckily this hasn't rocked her boat too much, and we continuously laugh at this indeed crazy coincidence the rest of the night.

*Just to clarify things- the story is true, though some of the people and place names have changed, to protect the innocent.