"Hell is other people." -Sartre (and thanks to Anna for the poster with this on it!)
> }> Aww. And after you called last night, and everything... > }Well, it turned into a bloodbath of "I thought you said you were coming > }home at two!"/"No, I didn't, you never said I _had_ to. If that's what > }you wanted, you should have SAID so." > > Huh. I thought we _were_ home by two... well... on the sidewalk anyway... > > }> > 3. They have the address of the party. > }> When the time? > }> 31st December 1998, party o'clock > }Huh? Actually, they just wanted to know when you're picking me up. > > party o'clock is usually somewhere between sixish and two am. It's our > group's convention for avoiding people being able to figure out what > constitutes fashionably late. How much did your parents want to meet me? > Did they have dinner in mind? On balance, how does seven or eight sound? > > }> Come in costume, or come not in costume. > }Hmmm. Now I gotta figure out what to wear. > > Clothing's always a good bet. :) > > }> > 4. They get to meet you (they said they'd behave!) > }> Utoh. Guess I'd better shave and put on some real clothes, huh? :) > }Uh, real clothes? Were you borrowing from the emperor's closet or > }something? =) > > Yep. That's why _he_ didn't have anything to wear... Hmmm. Actually, it > argues in favor of having a costume I can change into on the way, though, > doesn't it? If I have a costume. I'll probably just bring a blue velvet > jacket. Remington> > Huh. I thought we _were_ home by two... well... on the sidewalk anyway... > > Well, apparently being _inside_ the house was a qualifier for that...they > said "If you wanna do that, do it inside the house...we won't > interrupt..." I dunno, I find that hard to believe somehow... well, I > don't think they'd come out and hose us down or something, but still. > > How much did your parents want to meet me? > > Well, I dunno about Dad, but Mom really wants to. She's nosy. > > > Did they have dinner in mind? > > Oh no, more of a drag-you-in before we leave kinda thing. > > On balance, how does seven or eight sound? > > Fine with me, although we'll have to pick a specific time or my mom'll > get all antsy about it (don't ask, I don't get it either). > > > }> Come in costume, or come not in costume. > > }Hmmm. Now I gotta figure out what to wear. > > > > Clothing's always a good bet. :)Yeah, but what clothing... > > > > }> > 4. They get to meet you (they said they'd behave!) > > }> Utoh. Guess I'd better shave and put on some real clothes, huh? :) > > }Uh, real clothes? Were you borrowing from the emperor's closet or > > }something? =) > > > > Yep. That's why _he_ didn't have anything to wear... Hmmm. Actually, it > > argues in favor of having a costume I can change into on the way, though, > > doesn't it? If I have a costume. I'll probably just bring a blue velvet > > jacket. > > Hmm, I was thinking maybe my deranged-princess outfit. It involves this > odd yellow dress of my mother's and this big ol' purple bathrobe of hers, > plus requisite tiara and huge necklace. > Jennifer > After some severe negotiations, I have managed to get them down to a 4:30 > curfew. =) > Jennifer
Okay, Mom has been nosing around all night for dish on Remington (hence why I call her "nosy", I even told her she was being nosy and she got all offended), me trying to not say a lot, but blabbing when worn down, etc... I really found this strange of her, snooping for all this info when she doesn't need to know it. It's not as if we've seen each other for very long here, sheesh! (Only seen each other twice!) Yet she's so damn persistent...I don't recall her doing that with the guys she knows that I've dated. Then again, she'd met all of them before I dated 'em, I thought that might have been it.
Well, I finally asked why she was being so snoopy here, and she said that "well, since you're in college, with dating, things are probably going to be different than the guys you saw in high school, things are likely to be more..."
I inserted here "Temporary?"
"Long-lasting."
Well, there's a switch, I thought.
Basically, she's been listening to Les and Uncle Bruce too much too! That she thinks things are going to get serious here. "No, they're not, Mom," I said about four times or so, before finally having to resort to saying why that is..."He's dating other people too." This didn't seem to affect her much (i.e. didn't flip out, phew), as I said "Well, I really don't think it's going to, he said as much before we met," etc. I think she thinks that might change ("I mean, he didn't know that you liked him, that was a surprise to him, right?"), but I said "Well, I'm going on that, I'm gonna be cautious, I'm gonna try to not get attached and have a good time, okay? Things aren't likely to go the way you think they will." (Then again, things don't go the way I think they will either! Wonder who's going to be right here?!?)
Anyway, we got into this discussion on how I don't really understand their 3 a.m. thing, when it seems more sensible to me to leave later (say, 5 a.m.) when there's less cars, more time to sober up, etc., especially when I don't think I'm gonna get into trouble there anyway. (She seemed to think we'd be in an orgy or something. Geez, who does she think I am, Chelsea? I'm not that bad yet. I barely know him, like that would be a good idea?) I told her enough times that I wasn't going to get into trouble, and this went well enough with her that she decided this should be discussed with Dad... and the time got lowered to 4:30 a.m.! Woo hoo! They have improved. I e-mailed Remington with that (he hadn't responded to my other one yet, sigh). So I'm pleased. =)
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