It's a Meet the Parents weekend. Tom and I are flying out to Michigan tomorrow night, to arrive in Detroit around 6:00 AM. Whee! Sleep deprivation!
My pal Stephanie is picking us up and driving us to Ann Arbor, where the significant other will meet my college roommates. We'll dine at
Zingerman's , touted as the best deli west of New York. My older brother worked there while he was at college, and I did the same ten years later. So it'll be a reunion of sorts, as he'll be meeting us there to drive us to Midland, where we grew up.
We'll spend most of a quiet Friday with my parents, introducing them to Indian food and getting to know each other. Well, not me. I know everybody. That evening, my brother and SIL will bring their sweet twins and my godson over for dinner. Tom has had
our favorite tamales delivered to them as a gift, and we'll cook them for everyone. Late that night, my sister, BIL and their brood of five chillun will arrive and there will be no quiet left. (Unless we depart to explore Midland, which I suspect will be necessary now and then.)
Saturday will involve small children tackling us. Playing board games. Possible trip to Midland's botanical gardens. And he and I will be making dinner for everyone that evening. Burgers and portobello sandwiches, mediterranean tomato and cucumber salad, grilled corn, beans, garlic mashed potatoes, and raspberry pie. All men should learn to cook; it's very impressive.
My goddaughter turns nine on Sunday, so we'll celebrate her and generally carouse. Monday will involve witnessing a cheesy hometown parade (the kids like the handfulls of candy that are thrown to them) and eeking out the most of our last few hours with Mom and Dad after the rest of the family departs. I think there won't be any conflicts. They're good people, he's good people. I'm more than a bit excited.