Last night, I attended the rehearsal dinner for the wedding I’m attending tonight. The bride is an old friend of mine from my youth group days, but we don’t really travel in the same social circles these days, so the only people I knew at the dinner besides the couple were the bride’s parents and her sister.
First I made a beeline to the bride’s sister, who was a good friend of mine in high school, although we don’t really see each other these days except through her sister. She promised me I could sit with her and her boyfriend at dinner, but since the evening was just getting started, she had to make the rounds of relatives. I went over to the cheese and crudité table and lingered as long as possible.
After I exhausted the safety net of seeming to be really engrossed with cheddar, I decided to to the mature thing and mingle. I took a deep breath, imagined what it feels like to be a functioning member of society, and approached the one group of people my age who all seemed to know each other. “Hi. I’m David. I don’t really know any of Stacey and Eric’s other friends, so I’m feeling kind of awkward.” They all smiled and introduced themselves, shook my hand… and then almost immediately dispersed!
I am pretty sure they didn’t do it on purpose, and I just happened to catch them at the moment when they were about to split and take their seats anyway, but boy was that a shitty moment. I retreated back to the cheese table and spent the next several minutes trying to muster even more interest in cheddar while strategically avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. Eventually the sister of the bride and her boyfriend rescued me and the rest of the night was fine, but UGH.
Thankfully, tonight at the wedding I have a good friend coming who’s a) at my table and b) travelling solo, so there will not be a repeat.