"Sure, I'm home. Come on over!" said my brother when I called to tell him I was in the neighborhood. I just wanted to stop by for a nice and easy 10 minutes; David is always good for an uplifting conversation. I parked among a dozen cars out front. How many roommates does he have? As I approached the front door, I noticed a bunch of heads congregated in the kitchen. He didn't mention that he had company; I absently mused that I was glad I had washed my hair today. It's better to be grease-free when meeting a new acquaintance. I knocked and the door immediately opened to reveal a large group of 20-something guys sitting, standing, laughing in the kitchen, and my little brother's smiling face appeared in the middle of the group.
"Hey David. Eric! Benny!" I greeted the two friends that I knew. Then, a voice from the crowd: "Did you order a stripper?"
It turns out I had crashed a bachelor party that my brother was hosting. He told them that I was his sister, and we walked around to the living room where another group of guys was assembled. Then, again: "So you did order a stripper!"
Dude. Although I only have four years on you, I am a married woman with two kids and wrinkles forming under my eyes. I feel old enough to be your mother. That being said...
I've still got it!