A couple of weekends ago, we went to the Hooker’s house to watch the March Madness basketball bracket team picking thingy. (I still don’t know what it’s called!)
The room was full of people, some I knew, some I didn’t know. I wanted to make conversation with them, but unfortunately, I didn’t really know what was going on. So, as we sat in silence staring at the tv, some of us with our mouths hanging open, I tried to make small talk.
“Wow, that background music is really off,” I said aloud.
No one responded.
“I mean, you’d think it would be more suspenseful or something.”
Nothing.
Great. Ok, I thought. Say something related to basketball.
“Wow!” I continued. “Look at that team’s costumes!”
Nothing.
Costumes? Outfits? What are they called again?
Finally, I just gave in. No more small talk, no more basketball lingo. I simply shoved three cookies in my mouth and watched the choosing of the team draft thing.
Can’t wait til next year!
Jillian Wyatt 