Nosy Much?
Published by Toni October 31st, 2006 in Uncategorized.Last Thursday my brother graduated from college, and my parents threw him a lavish party in his honor. They held it at the country club/golf course near their house.
At the same time as our party, there was a wedding reception going on right across the hallway, which had begun about an hour before our event. Guests entering the building would see a sign that would direct them to the proper room.
My mom had stationed me and one of my sister’s friends to sit at a table and welcome our guests. We’d have them sign the guestbook, and then my sister and another friend of hers would escort them to their assigned seats. Since we were sitting out there, some of the wedding guests then seemed to think that we worked for the country club and would ask directions to the bathroom, which we graciously provided.
But then there was one guest who asked a lot more than the bathroom…
A red-faced man from the wedding reception approached us and started peppering us with some questions. At first they seemed to be relatively normal. Note: The following conversation isn’t verbatim, but bits and pieces of what I can remember.
Man: So what’s this party for?
Me: It’s to celebrate my brother’s graduation from college.
Man: Oh wow, congratulations. What’s his major?
Me: Engineering.
Man: Ah. So do you guys have music?
Me: Yeah, we have a DJ.
Man: And what time does it start?
Me: It’s supposed to start around 7:30.
Man: Do you have food?
Me: Yeah, we have food.
Man: Do you have a bar in there?
Me: Yeah, we have a bar.
This is where it starts to get a little weird. He looks at me, my sister’s friend sitting to my left, and my sister’s other friend who was standing to my right.
Man: So how old are you guys?
Me: I’m 30.
Friend 1: 18.
Friend 2: 18.
Man: What school did your brother go to?
Me: DeVery University.
Man: How old is your brother?
Me: 28.
Man: Does he have a girlfriend?
Me: Uh, no.
At this point some guests arrived, and the man excused himself.
My sister’s friends and I looked at each other like, “WTF?!?”
We figured that he was just drunk and trying to make conversation, but why would he ask how old we were and whether or not my brother has a girlfriend? Surely there are other ways to make small talk, right?
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He probably was just a drunk. Saw a few hotties at the desk. Figured he’d ask about your brother to cover his tracks a bit.
Hey, congrats to your brother. I’ve read good things about DeVry.