Social Experimentation

David's friend Prachi is coming to visit this weekend. I like Prachi. He's a good friend to Dave. He's talented, and smart. He's as chatty as any of one of my friends. He's bizarre. But there's another quality that both makes the pit of my stomach go hollow and at the same time gives me the giddy anticipation of a child at Christmas.

You see, introducing other people to Prachi is kindof like bringing a puppy to dinner party. People will love him for his charm, or hate him because he messes on the carpet. Well, Prachi is housebroken, but just as unpredictable.

See...This Picture is of David getting away from Prachi because he was trying to kiss David for the New Year.

He was a groomsman at our wedding, and he made my aunt cry. Okay, most of that was because she was catering the reception and was extremely stressed out, and almost all of the rest of it was because my mother's whole side of the family (myself included) has a tendency to overreact and take things the wrong way. But there was a significant portion that was entirely due to the fact that you never know what words are going to be coming out of Prachi's mouth. He's random. He reminds me of the function on wikipedia that generates a random article for you. You're talking about a concert you've just seen, and he brings up...oh....let's say...the Byzantine Empire. Oh, in some vague way it will be related. But just barely.

Another thing that makes me slightly nervous is that we have the pleasure of having him for three days. I've only been around Prachi for a maximum of three hours at a time. During that time, I have to fade in and out of conversation because it will drift between topics that I know and understand to topics that I would never bring up in a social situation. I remember one conversation where his girlfriend at the time explained how tampons worked. His response was "Oh...like a harpoon!" Other conversations revolve around computers and codes and video games and guitars and physics...these conversations make my brain go numb. Luckily, on day two I have a bachelorette party to attend, and so I'm praying this is when most of the brain-numbing conversations will take place.

But mostly, I'm excited. I'm excited to see the faces of the other people we encounter while Prachi is here. I'm excited to see what random nuggets he sneaks into the conversations. And I'm excited to see whether people love him for his charm or if he messes on their carpets.