You got punk'd!

HA!

Okay, so awhile ago I got this phone call from a business associate asking me if I wanted a free lunch. Ummm, yeah, have you met me? OF COURSE I want a free friggin' lunch. And then she says it involves a favor. Now hold on just one second - a favor makes this lunch notsofree. What is the favor?

Well, let me tell you how it played out.

Yesterday I go to said business associates daughter's bridal shower. Do I know the daughter? No. Does she know me? No. And when I get there, Nancy is pretending not to know me either. Perfect. I take a seat in the middle of the room. A nice lady, Denise, is kind enough to sit with me because I don't know anyone. Charming.

The bride comes by - ummmm, I don't think I know you. Yeah, you don't. My husband is a friend of your fiance. Really? she says. How does he know him? I have no idea, I said...I was just given an invitation and told to come there. Really? She says - getting more confused by the minute. Fine - Denise is asking far too many questions as well - you know, those really personal questions - do you live around here? Do you know the bride or the groom? Neither - that threw her for a loop.

So there I sit, making small talk and drinking punch. The bride approaches again - what is your husband's name? I tell her - oh, so your last name is...and she thinks for a minute - oh crap, she recognizes my name. I didn't consider that. I lie. I tell her, no I don't work at such-and-such...I'm a stay at home mom. Oh, she says, confused almost to the point of panic - there must be two of you. Yes. Denise offers up that she knows someone with my name as well - hmmmmm, I say...there must be 3 of us then...hahahaha...I'm so friggin' funny.

And now it's time for my theatrics because this bride is on my like flies on shit. So I get up, approach the bride and ask her who is running the shower? My mom, she says and takes me over to introduce me to my business associate, who is pretending she doesn't know me.
Me: Hi, this is a lovely shower, but there's a problem.
BA: What's wrong?
Me: I'm at the wrong shower...
BA: WHAT?
Me: The shower I'm supposed to attend is next weekend...I don't know you or anyone else here, and I'm at the wrong shower.
BA: You're kidding me?
Both of us are now talking pretty loudly and have the attention of most of the room.
Me: I feel so awful - let me pay you for the food I ate!

I rush off to get my purse, knock it over and dump the contents all over the table. You could have heard a pin drop. The bride is actually rubbing my back at this point and telling me it's okay - "you can just stay" she says.

"NO!" I scream - "I've never been so embarrassed- I have to leave" and I now HURL the contents of my purse all over the table. Someone actually gasps...NO ONE is speaking. I gather my things, hug the bride and rush out the door. SILENCE.

BA rushes out after me - and we both die in fits of laughter - she calmly goes back into the room and says "What was in her purse?"

They don't get it.

I come back in and she introduces me, tells the room it was all a gag - and says that the game is to list the contents of my purse.

No one can believe it...I walk over to the bride-to-be, tell her I am, in fact who she thought I was and shake her hand. She is amazed...she got punk'd, at her bridal shower - for a game. Apparently I was pretty good because most of the room felt horrible for me and could not believe that someone could actually show up to the wrong shower. I ate cake, had some coffee and was on my way. One woman asked if I could do it again so they could get it on video.

Are you kidding me? You can't just recreate art!
HA!
My short stint as an actress is over...it was fun.