The whole darn thing probably started Tuesday…that was when my mom, sister, and brother-in-law arrived in denver. i was busy trying to get all work done, make pies, take a shower, pack, shove everything into my car..etc. you get the picture.
Tuesday was ok.
Wednesday, we went shopping. But not really. two sisters, mom, and myself, went to look at the bridesmaids dress i like. it has a massive price tag, so we went to look at it so we can tell the seamstress how to make it. ive seen it 3 times in person now, and have multiple pictures. the sisters have seen it, even momhas seen it twice now. so why the extra trip? good question. let me know if you figure it out.
then, we stop at the store next door so melisa can get new clothes..it was mom’s idea. so while melisa is forced to examine ugly granny underwear by the overenthusiastic storeclerk, i amuse myself with the hats.
and oh. the hats.
Big!Gold!Hats! with veils! and sequins!
out.of.control.
we get back, i settle down at my laptop (dragged to denver for this purpose), and start my ugly Masters program final project.
irritation. distrations. procrastination.
natalie and dave go see some family he has in the area, and melisa, mom, and me are left to cook.
hey, i CAN cook. i just generally choose not to.
sweet potato souffle, cornbread stuffing, sticky cake, green bean casserole…
lots of food.
mom manages to give us at least 4 different recipes for sticky cake icing while we are making it. why? because she doesnt believe the one we have used for the past 2 years is the right one…no, thats not it. she doesnt believe the one we’ve used for the past 2 years is a real recipe for icing.
the sticky cake turned out fine. daddy got in late wednesday, and insisted on a tour of melisa’s house at 1 am. i was told this, as i was asleep in melisa’s house at 1 am. so i have no idea if he was really there or not.
Thanksgiving morning. brandus arrives, breakfast was had…brandus and i go over to his grandparents house for our first thanksgiving.
you read that right. our first thanksgiving dinner.
brandus and dad snipe at each other for a while, while his mom and i ignore them both…eat. his mom made a yummy spinach artichoke thing that would have been lovely as a dip if she had blended it.
we sit around for about an hour..make our excuses..brandus’s dad looks irritated that we arent staying for longer…
we go back to mel’s and we get to cook the same foods all over again..eating…cleanup…this is sounding remarkable familiar…
two thanksgiving dinners folks. only ours was better, cause we had alcohol.
Friday.
Oh no. Please dont let it be Friday.
The parents are meeting tonight. for the first time.
we arrive at the resturant, after a good deal of stress..my fam walks in, and his family is all facing the wall away from us.
gulp.
a THREE HOUR dinner. THREE HOURS. the whole time, we are waiting for his dad to say something stupid, my father to get offended, and the whole thing to go to hell in a handbasket.
but we survived. the parents think each other as “nice”. baby pictures were shown, dirty and insulting sign language was passed between myself and sisters, brandus looked like he would like to faint..etc.
but its DONE. and they never have to speak to each other again except at the wedding.
thank God, Buddha, and any other deity, that it is OVER.