Okay, so my brother Craig and his wonderful wife Allison got married in a ceremony that took place over a month ago (and if you missed the stories and pictures at my brother Patrick's blog, you deserve to die). But if I didn't tell at least one story from that insane weekend, I'd be a major douchebag. Besides, this anecdote that I was reminded of was too much to pass up on.

So, at the reception, I was engaged in a pleasant and lengthy conversation with a friend of the family. You know, one of those long, boring "Hey, I haven't talked to you in four years, how's your life been?" kind of discourses that typically drag on awkwardly long.

Conveniently enough, this also took place before a great deal of the drinking started. Which means I can remember it without having to make stuff up to fill in the large gaps that encapsulated a majority of the remainder of my night.

Anyhow, here's how the conversation pretty much concluded:

Mrs. H: So what do you plan to do next, now that you're almost out of college?
Me: Well, I'm in the process of applying for jobs and internships right now. You know, hoping I find something that pays me enough to eat and live once I graduate.
Mrs. H: Oh really, that's great. You know when I got out of college and I was looking for work...
Me: I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me, I have to ask you a question.
Mrs. H: Um, okay... What?
Me: Is it hard to take me seriously?
Mrs. H: Gee, I don't know. Why do you ask?
Me: Well, I've been standing here talking with you for over ten minutes now, and I've been wearing this ridiculous luchador wrestling mask the entire time. I'd imagine it's kind of hard to take me seriously, especially during a very businesslike conversation such as this one.
Mrs. H: Um, well, I don't know.
Me: I mean, at the very least, isn't it hard to carry a conversation when you can't see someone's facial expressions? I'd guess it might make it difficult to follow.
Mrs. H: Um... Well, to tell you the truth, I've just been staring into your eyes. At first I couldn't really concentrate, because the green on your mask is so bright. But once I started looking at your eyes, it wasn't so bad.
Me: Okay, thanks, I just had to know. It was good talking to you.