Mother in law: How did you and the husband meet?
Me, looking around at MIL, FIL, the husband, and the girl, unable to think of a lie: At a bar.
Everyone laughs.
Me, because I can't keep my fucking mouth shut: It was dollar pitcher night.
Some laughter, mostly from me, the girl, and the husband.
MIL: Well, where did you go on your first date?
Me, thinking, does going back to his place count as a first date? I'm going to count it as part of the meeting, and move on: We went to an outdoor bar.
The husband, trying to do damage control: Yeah, we had a nice dinner there.
Sure we did.
and this, right here, is why you're my hero.
ReplyDeleteYo.
xoxo
True story:
ReplyDeleteI met Bill at a bar.
Our first date was at a bar.
ALL our dates are at bars. Still. (And yes, we sometimes eat food there.)
Hey. If it ain't broke...
At least you knew you were getting someone thrifty! THAT is a story to share 15 years from now with your daughter.
ReplyDeleteAh, good times:-)
ReplyDeleteYou couldn't make up a more cringeworthy story if you tried!
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