"Mother is the dead heart of the family, spending father's earnings on consumer goods to enhance the environment in which he eats, sleeps, and watches television." -Germaine GreerWell, Anna, you were right. I blabbed about Remington to Mom today.
We were continuing our quest to spend Grandma's money- which I did today. On a sweater, shirt (I'm still not sure what I'm going to wear tomorrow though, but they were cheap), Cosmo, a CD, a tape for Dad, and a keychain. Have $2 left! Anyway, we usually share a dressing room so I can get all my clothes in at once (we claim half of 'em are hers to try on so we can get in over the clothes limit). And she asks me what Remington looks like. I give her a quick rundown, not suspecting anything, and she goes "I was just wondering why you don't want to introduce him to us." That's when I caved. Had no other way to explain it to her at that point (notice how I'm just losing at at family explanations lately? Too many to do in the past four days! I'm not used to the constant inquisition like I used to be).
"He's a grad student."
"Oh, well, that's okay. How old is he?"
"I don't uh, know exactly, but I think 28, he thought I was 18 and said he was a decade older than me, so..."
"Oh."
"I just didn't want to tell you, 'cause I figured Dad would flip out..." I babble on, she doesn't say much. Well, anything at that time.
I ask her later "So, what do I say to Dad?"
She said to tell him the truth. I still don't want to do that, but didn't say that. She wouldn't comment on his flipping out (other than the shrink said there was "nothing they could do" about his flipping out. Oh GREAT. I told her to get a different shrink, that one's a moron) about it, just said stuff like "Your father's four years older than me." and "You met off the Internet, right? Did you tell your father that?" I said I didn't remember what I'd told him, and she said, "Okay, now I'm starting to worry about you." (Huh?) She kept asking what we talk about, and I said "Random stuff, the newsgroup..." I didn't want to explain that to her. She'd never get that Necronomicon stuff we were going on about. Heck, I can't say I get all of that myself. Although at one point I told her about this joke about catching Hell we had going (I forget when this was, so no link) and when I finished it she found it funny and said "He sounds like a good match for you." Awww.
Incidentally, she asked me if I was getting tired of Auntie Dolores and Uncle Bruce. "YES!!!!!!!" She agreed, I said I was DREADING the New Year's party. Yesterday I was debating getting a cheap fake diamond ring and faking them out by claiming I was engaged, then saying "Ha ha!!", but she said "Then they'll want to meet him." Ewwwwwwwww. At that point I agreed to not do the prank.
This somewhat calm state of events lasted until dinner tonight (oh joy), when one of 'em, I forget who, Mom maybe, started in on me.
Mom: "So, who's paying?"
Me: "I don't know!" (I never know. Almost all of the time they've paid for me, so I'm not sure what to expect. This case is different)
Dad: "Who asked who out?"
Mom: "She did!"
Dad: "Oooh, then it's you then. Do you have any money?"
Me: "Nooooo..." (Hey, I thought I was supposed to spend all the $50 on presents for me, that's what he said to do.)
Dad: "You don't have any money!?!?"
A hissy fit commences, I say very little and look for any excuse to leave the room. Then he starts asking the questions too!
"How long does he have left of school?"
"I don't know..."
"What grade is he in?" (I dunno, like eighteenth maybe? Do ya wanna hear that?)
"Dad, this is Davis, nobody knows how long they've got left of school!" I try to joke it off.
"Does he have a job?"
This is when I went blank and ran out of responses. I just "I dunno'd" everything, where we were going to eat (I said Berkeley though), whatever else he asked. Including "When were you going to ask me for the money?" Utter hell. And Mom didn't help.
Okay, he gave me $40 so I'm not destitute, but still.
As for my state of mind, predate...yes, I'm nervous. Well, not as BAD as I'll be come fourish tomorrow, jumping at every noise, wired out of my skin, paranoid as the clock goes on, later and later, and I get even more jumpy and have to go to the bathroom a lot, not that I actually have to pee, but I keep thinking that I do, only the bell rings while I'm in an inconvenient position... prom flashbacks!
Right NOW I'm pretty calm, other than I still haven't decided what to wear yet, and if I should take some of the more vulgar buttons off of my purse (the vibrator one, the childish ones, the princess one maybe?), and maybe I should get $10 more, and who the hell is paying for this anyway, and I checked the paper and "You've Got Mail" is playing nowhere in Berkeley (oh shit, now what? Resort to the Liverbore theater, which is nasty? See something else? I don't wanna, that's just too good to see in this situation), and what if he's so late that Mom and Dad get home and he's still not there and they act up, and I'm surprised this hasn't been canceled yet like the other one, yada yada yada...
Okay, other than all THAT stuff I'm calm...really...
Although while we were shopping today Mom said it was four o'clock and I got a very little jump in my stomach thinking "24 hours from now, what'll be happening?" I'm not as nervous as I have been in the past before dates with someone I liked though, I'm not sure if that's good or bad.
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