wedding road trip

The Parent Dinner

Friends have told me that we’ll be looking back on the wedding experience for several weeks to come. While I already feel like everything happened approximately one hundred years ago, I have to agree that certain moments keep cycling through my mind, one of which was the Parent Dinner last Wednesday night.

No matter what the movie, whether it be Monster in Law or Rachel Getting Married, parents are painted as the biggest cause of pre-wedding angst for cinematic brides and grooms. Chris and I, ever the gullible, expected that to be the case in real life. We tried to avoid the awkward parent meet up by combining it with our rehearsal dinner and were shut down by six angry parents who most definitely wanted to meet prior to any group activities.

Yep, you read that right: six parents. Chris only comes with two, while I have four on my side, three of which have been with me basically all of my life. Before you start thinking my dad’s a candidate for the next season of Big Love, let me clarify. My mom and dad split up when I was a wee little girl. A year or so later, my mom met and married my stepdad John. Given that he was around for all of my pre-teen and adolescent angst, he has pretty strong credentials as one of my parents. My dad’s current wife came much later in the game (last year), but is probably the feistiest of the bunch. Imagining these four teamed up with Chris’s nice, pleasant, mid-western parents was enough to make me consider smoking the grass, if you know what I mean.

Turns out that compatibility was not the issue I should have been worried about. The six of them got along like sorority girls at a trunk sale while Chris and I sat on the sidelines like last year’s fashion. I think we probably spoke a combined five sentences the entire night. It went something like this:

Jaime: So on Saturday, we’ll-

Mom #1: So Kathy, where did you get that sweater? It’s positively divine.

Chris: Well, that sweater actually reminds me that it might be chilly at Saturday’s ceremony and-

Dad #1: We should probably talk about Saturday’s ceremony. Dad #2, what do you think?

Dad #2: Well, maybe we should ask the kids when they’re around.

Chris and Jaime: We’re right here!!

During dessert, we finally got our moment in the sun when we announced our name choice. We figured, hell, they gave birth to us and stuff, which probably gives them some special privileges over the rest of Saturday’s guests. I must say, I was quite relieved when Chris’s mom positively beamed at our selection, given that she shares quite a history with the name.

Special Note: I think our parents would have caroused late into the night if I hadn’t put the kibosh on the evening around ten thirty to get my beauty sleep. This just proves two things. 1) I need a lot of rest and 2) I am officially older than my parents.

Both thoughts=disturbing.