Hello all,
I’m not really sure that this is Pit-worthy. I’m feeling very confused right now.
My sister is going to be married soon. Third time’s the charm. ANY-way. . .
Last weekend I’m sitting around the house with my housemate “Renee.” We get to talking about the upcoming nuptials and I wonder why I haven’t received an invitation yet. I know the wedding is soon, but that’s about all I know–not even the place, date, or time. Renee suggests, “Why don’t you call your sister and find out if she’s registered anywhere? I’d like to send her something.”
So I call Sis. And she seems–well, flustered at my call.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? It’s going to be at . . .” etc. And this is how I learn that my sister is to be wed in twelve days. :eek: “. . . And I didn’t send you a printed invitation because some of the invitations didn’t turn out right, so I sent the good ones to Bob’s friends and family and I was just phoning the family members on my side. Didn’t I call you? I thought I called you. I’m sorry.”
O-kay. Not that big a deal, really. We all live here in town, after all. I rationalize myself into accepting this. Sis can be spacey, and she does have a lot on her plate. I say:
“Renee wants to know if you’re registered anywhere.”
“Oh, Pete. About Renee–”
Uh-oh.
"You know how much I like her, and I’d never want to do anything to make her feel uncomfortable. . . "
I see where this is going.
“. . . and there are going to be a lot of older, conservative people there, right-wing people, you know? And–and, I just wouldn’t want her to feel uncomfortable; that’s all.”
My housemate Renee is my bestest friend. She’s a beautiful woman (and happens to be engaged to a nice guy of her own). And, oh yes, until last year, she happened to be a man. She did attend my sister’s last wedding with me, back when she was “Ron.” (She’s already told me that she doesn’t plan on going to this one, only sending a present. It’s true, she’s not entirely comfortable in public just yet.)
I tell Sis that I’m planning on coming without a guest (which is true). Sis seems much calmer all of a sudden. Pleasantries exchanged, we hang up.
Needless to say, I didn’t tell Renee any of this. (But I did encourage her to skip the wedding present.)
So–does anyone else smell a rat? “Some” of the invitations didn’t turn out right? :dubious: Sis “forgot” to call me? :rolleyes:
Do I go to this wedding, or express my regrets (cordially of course, without giving a reason)? I don’t know what to think, or how offended to be. I’m confused.
Any suggestions welcomed.