You were right, Scriptor! It really wasn't that bad. They talked the whole time, and I didn't have to say much aside from answering the odd question, laughing at jokes, and gushing on about how cool sharks are.
They were so very different than what I imagined, though. The Sister especially acted much more like a college student, or indeed a real human being, than what I'd expected (from all that I'd heard, she was a cold, calculating, superhuman philosophizing English major. But, really, she likes sharks just as much as the next man and penguins rather more than the next man. I can live with that.) The Father is very kind and not intimidating at all, now that I get most of the Star Trek jokes, and The Mother tells as many jokes as the rest of them combined.
I was treated to a hundred family anecdotes, the menfolk telling tales of recklessness (driving twenty miles with three pieces of furniture tied to the roof of a car with rope?) and the womenfolk tales of logic ("I asked them to drop me off at the airport first.")
Overall, it went very well. I've been invited to another lunch or dinner at some point, and even "embarassing family BBQs".
I've never seen anyone so relieved as The Boy when it was all over, though. He literally skipped down the street and almost carried me up the stairs.
I'd say the anxiety was worth it just to see how happy he was.
They were so very different than what I imagined, though. The Sister especially acted much more like a college student, or indeed a real human being, than what I'd expected (from all that I'd heard, she was a cold, calculating, superhuman philosophizing English major. But, really, she likes sharks just as much as the next man and penguins rather more than the next man. I can live with that.) The Father is very kind and not intimidating at all, now that I get most of the Star Trek jokes, and The Mother tells as many jokes as the rest of them combined.
I was treated to a hundred family anecdotes, the menfolk telling tales of recklessness (driving twenty miles with three pieces of furniture tied to the roof of a car with rope?) and the womenfolk tales of logic ("I asked them to drop me off at the airport first.")
Overall, it went very well. I've been invited to another lunch or dinner at some point, and even "embarassing family BBQs".
I've never seen anyone so relieved as The Boy when it was all over, though. He literally skipped down the street and almost carried me up the stairs.
I'd say the anxiety was worth it just to see how happy he was.
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Ever so glad it went well. Not that I ever had any doubts (he said, uncrossing his fingers). And I knew the Boy would be even more nervous! Does he realise the next stage will be you learning those embarrassing secrets from his toddler days that only his Mum knows!
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