On the way home, we stopped at an engagement party (as you do.) The couple are both grad students at YU - jonbaker knows the groom from online. Most of the other guests were also grad students. So. At one point, most of the young men had left to say mincha (evening prayers), leavning me, a bunch of young women and a couple of husbands - including mine.
The bride was wearing deliberately mismatched socks, which one of her guests noticed while I was sitting nearby. So I joked that she probably has another pair just like the one she had one.
Whereupon the guest asked, politely, if I were the bride's mother.
It made sense. I was amused. But. It means I'm now bubby aged!