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[razorjak]

Boooooored ... and on painkillers until they can pull this thrice damned tooth.

So, entertain me people. Tell me about your worst and best first encounter with a lover's family.

If I get enough posts, I'll post my own for your enjoyment.

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[treebyleaf.livejournal.com]

You just became my writing exercise for the day.

So: Norwescon. I am dressed in about four ounces of billowy, gauzy, belly-dancy stuff with a line of fake pearls around my exposed midriff, gulping down hot food fast in hospitality, when I see a skinny aquaintance threading his way toward me with a pair of tiny, blown-glass delicate little old people, very conservative dressed.

Toph says to me, "Do you know who these are?" and I am chewing like crazy, preparing to swallow, preparing to say, "Why, you must be Toph's family, how lovely to meet you-"

- and Toph continues, "These are Mike's parents."

"Mike" being my built-like-bull twenty-something paramour, who'd only just recently returned from the visit to his parents at which he'd told them he was 1) getting a divorce and 2) seeing someone else.

I swallowed in terror and murmured valiently, "I'm Tree,"

And his mother replied, in her perfect dry British dialect with that trace of quaver from age, "Yes. We'd gathered that."

= = =

Then there was taking E home to meet my parents, a better story but I am out of time and will therefore leave with the moral The Holocaust should never be brought up with polite restaurant conversation.