mystery

The other day I get a text message inviting whoever responded first to the message to the opening gala of the Seattle International Film Festival (SIFF). I had no idea who sent the message. I wrote back and said something about work conflicts and not being able to go. Minutes later I get a message back saying that the mystery messager would be going with a friend of mine. Clearly I knew the person who was sending the message. Somehow my brain decided that rather than writing and saying, "Hey, who is this?" I would call the number later when the person would most likely not answer the phone and find out who it was by listening to their voicemail message. Good plan right? The next day around lunch time I did just that, but alas the person answered....and I panicked and started a full-on fifteen minute conversation with this mystery person. It was an excellent representation of my bullshitting skills. I had NO IDEA who I was talking to, thought I could figure it out by continuiing the conversation, and maintained said conversation for an extended length with what was hopefully interpreted as sincerity and familiarity. By the time I hung up, I still had no idea who she was. Then I called another friend to see if she knew the number, she didn't. Finally, I ended up calling the person who went to the SIFF party with the stranger and found out who she was.