A Confused RSVPer: Bar Mitzvah Tales, Part 2
The invitations went out without a hitch.
The thank you notes arrived.
The RSVP’s immediately started to roll in.
(Which is totally fun.)
But yesterday we received one reply card that made my jaw drop.
Tech Support has friends who represent many different ethnic backgrounds and religious traditions.
Not everyone has attended a bar mitzvah before, so I expected there might be questions about what to wear to the synagogue and how long the service would last. I anticipated lots of other things, too.
But I did not expect issues with the reply cards.
Our reply card looks like this:
It seemed very clear when we designed it.
And when we addressed our envelopes, Tech’s friends received invitations with their names on the envelope.
So I was baffled when one very smart boy (let’s call him Wu) wrote six names (not in English) along with his own (in English) and then penned in the number 8 in blank line adjacent to “Number Attending.”
At first, I thought Wu was screwing with me.
But I realized he wasn’t.
freaked out a little searched to find the school directory to try to locate Wu’s telephone number.
I called the school to see if they might help me.
“We can’t give out phone numbers or email address if they are not listed in the directory,” a voice on the other side of the line explained.
“Can you call the family and have someone contact me?” I begged. “It’s kind of important.”
Fifteen minutes later, the woman from my son’s school called me to tell me that she had reached the father.
She assured me that he would call.
I waited by the phone.
No one called.
Actually, that’s not true.
The phone rang constantly.
But it was never *them*.
Eventually, I composed a letter that
so so awkwardly explains — while Wu’s family is welcome to attend the service and the light luncheon which will be served after the service — the evening invitation and party is reserved for Tech’s friends and family members.
And people we know.
Now I have to figure out if Tech should give my note to his friend in school and have him pass it along to his parents…
…Or if I should just send it in the mail.
I’m thinking the mail.
And I’m pretty sure I’m about to be considered inhospitable.
Please share your special occasion snafus here. I need a laugh.
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