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.
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.