Introducing Our Parents

I was very anxious leading up to the day my parents met W’s parents. What we would talk about at dinner, what restaurant would please everyone, and if there was an option I hadn’t thought of yet where they never had to meet at all, ever, for the rest of our lives. When the day actually came, it was mostly a blur. When I think back, exactly two things stick out in my mind. Besides the general atmosphere of tense “what the hell are our kids doing with this whole short engagement thing, what is happening oh my god what is happening” hidden with polite smiles and a realization that they couldn’t stop us. Let’s eat!

Anxiety and parental disappointment – served family style! Yummmm

1. Our biggest mistake: our fathers sat down at opposite ends of the table. It happened so fast, and suddenly it was too weird to ask one of them to move. They were the two people who would have probably got along the best, but they were too far away from each other to talk at all. This meant our mothers lead all conversation. They couldn’t be more different and should never have been seated together. Real moment of conversation:

W’s mother to my mother: “So! Four kids! You two were BUSY BUNNIES!”

My mother: “……………………………………………………”

My advice is to DO WHATEVER IT TAKES to ensure the dads sit next to each other. Even if the moms are together too. It gives you the option to retreat from one conversation into the other in time of need. You may think, hey Anna, it’s two hours max, I’ll survive! You might be right. Your parents might end up being bffs, and you might all look back fondly on this great and comfortable day. All the same…HEED MY WARNING. JUST IN CASE.

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HEED MY WARNING

2. W’s mother getting mad at a deaf man. She likes getting photos of everyone when we’re together, and this dinner was no exception. She waved at a man walking through the parking lot to get his attention, and he kept walking. Thinking he ignored her, W’s mother shouted to him and expressed that he was rude. The poor man realized what was happening in his peripheral vision and indicated that he was sorry. And DEAF. Everyone felt awkward and failed at coping with this without creating more awkward, and here is the photo to commemorate our togetherness.

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Me: we’re almost to our cars we’re almost to our cars we’re almost to our cars awkward laughter

There you go: the two things I will remember most from that day.

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