L's parents flew into Boston over the weekend to attend the engagement party. Most people might be nervous for an entire weekend of the my-parents-and-her-parents-together variety, but I knew things would be fine. Our parents have met before, so there wouldn't be any of that first meeting anxiety. Although my dad sometimes needs to be convinced to wear a clean pair of jeans, I knew he would rise to the occasion and spare me any major embarrassment.
On Sunday, while we recovered from the party and relaxed around the kitchen table munching on leftovers, we had our first big planning meeting. We ran though the weekend, event by event. Friday night dinner, Saturday morning brunch, Saturday night's rehearsal dinner, the big event on Sunday. L's mom took notes, writing down issues that need to be resolved as we go ahead with planning.
Quote of the day: L's mom, pretending to be a controlling mom-planning-a-wedding-from hell (which she is absolutely not), leaning over to L and assuring her that the wedding would be "Your day...my way."
After going through basic logistics, it was time for our parents to have "The Talk." While there have been some messages back and forth about who is paying for what, no details had been confirmed before the weekend.
I don't know what happened during that discussion. I don't know because as soon as the words "pay" and "money" were uttered, my sister, L and I retreated to the livng room. We turned on the TV, flipped to an episode of Rich Girls and turned it up loud enough so we couldn't hear anything. Better to divert ourselves by watching two people who don't have to care about money than to sit with four people who do.
"The Talk" was over before the episode was and we were called back into the kitchen. There were no tear-streaked faces, no cries to call off the wedding. Four parents had discussed money and lived to tell about it. Even the dog was wagging her tail.
It's nice that the family got along, but not surprising. L and I have been doing well with the wedding plans, and I think we've only had one argument so it follows logically that our parents would be similarly reasonable. I think I should buy one of those motivational-style posters, the kind that hang at construction sites or factories: "It's Been XX Days Since Our Last Fight." We'll see how long we can go.Posted by The Groom at December 4, 2003 11:25 AM