Parent's Day

Ah the eventual day where the heads of the red team go and meet the heads of the blue team in the mutual acceptance that one day they will be related to each other. It is a day that could have been filled with awkwardness, painful silences and/or fisticuffs. Ours however was not nearly as exciting. My parents were as they usually are, my mom dressed to the latest fashion trends by designers of whom I can’t name because my French isn’t that good. My dad, goofy and passionate about his latest endeavors spoke about them no matter how irrelevant they were to the current conversation.

Her parents were very nice and played along well. I’ll let Her introduce her parents.

Coming along for the party were not only us but Her’s sister (and maid of honor) and my cousin (who’s like a sister to me) and a future bride’s maid. If I had it my way I would have invited both the parents to a place where they would meet and the two of us would abandon them for an hour forcing them to talk about how evil the children they have are and then be bonded by mutual disgust. Unfortunately Her veto’ed that idea.

The place that was decided upon was the Cheesecake Factory. We picked there because the original idea was to go to a Chinese place since every other time I’ve eaten out with Her’s parents it was to a Chinese place that served Americanized Chinese gruul. Such a place would be damn near insulting to my parents as it is almost damn near insulting to me. We couldn’t go to a REAL Chinese food place that serves REAL Chinese food because it would be in unfair territory. So we decided that the cheesecake factory would be the most neutral of meeting grounds. And there just so happens to be one in between my folks and hers.

I honestly don’t even remember what was discussed so it probably wasn’t too important so I’ll just leave it at this.