The Sky is the Limit!
Life is just getting better by the minute here in the South. . . yesterday I spoke to my future mum in law and she invited me for lunch today, but as I am a busy man (you know, blogging, downloading porn from the internet, napping, looking at the ceiling, having conversations with the mirror and so on) I had to decline. I told her that we could meet later in the afternoon to have a cup of coffee, and we agreed to meet at 3:30 PM.
Being as naive as I am, I thought that it was gona be like a hair cut: walk in, sit down, cut here and there, gel or not, bye-bye. But to my surprise, when I got there right at half past three the rest of my family in law was there to greet me! Can't life just get fucking better in this early fall days?!
Yes it can my dear friends.
It was not just a cup of coffee but a South American cookout, which can last for hours and hours and it includes not only tons of food but plenty of drinking and talking and laughing and *gasp* a lot of questions directed to Jean-Francois and more food and dessert and coffee and I even end up buying a subscription to Time magazine for 21 months for fifteen bucks for the kid of a friend of them who's in middle school and is part of this fundraiser crap and of course I end up pulling my wallet and contributing to such a noble cause and even more *GASP* questions to Jean-Francois who by the way doesn't fucking like people asking questions but as he's now part of the family we have to learn not only all of his past but *cough* his plans for the *cough*cough* future and shit. As slick as I am avoiding questions I gave them plenty of half answers and half truths because I don't want them to call my sister's fiance to tell him that his new brother in law is just a fucked up guy who has no fucking idea wass up in his life and maybe he'll cancel the wedding and the only real chance that my sister has ever had of nailing a ring on his left hand will go up in smoke due to me.
I hope I didn't mess it up too bad, though.
We held hands before eating the food and thanks God they didn't ask me to bless the food, because that would've been the end of it all; but my mum's in law's husband is a minister in one of the local churches and of course he did the blessing. I ate a full plate the first time and went back to the grill to get some more chicken, potatoes and salad. For dessert we had some Cherry Garcia with some cookies and coffee, and my sister in law had to go running after the dog who found a whole in the fence but as much as I wanted to help the truth of the matter is that I couldn't move.
Then after the coffee I found out that my sister in law's husband is on his way to become a minister as well and my heart just filled with joy, can you believe it?! Where the hell did I get all this good luck from. . . honestly I would've preferred good looks instead my friends! But as I believe that you have to get the most out of any situation, I steered the conversation to the singles group at the church, and I believe I stroke gold! Well, not yet but a ray of light is in the horizon. According to them, there's a large singles group and there's plenty of girls of all ages. . .
I don't want to go any further predicting the future because those are untested waters for me, but com'on, doesn't it look like the sky is the limit here?!
Being as naive as I am, I thought that it was gona be like a hair cut: walk in, sit down, cut here and there, gel or not, bye-bye. But to my surprise, when I got there right at half past three the rest of my family in law was there to greet me! Can't life just get fucking better in this early fall days?!
Yes it can my dear friends.
It was not just a cup of coffee but a South American cookout, which can last for hours and hours and it includes not only tons of food but plenty of drinking and talking and laughing and *gasp* a lot of questions directed to Jean-Francois and more food and dessert and coffee and I even end up buying a subscription to Time magazine for 21 months for fifteen bucks for the kid of a friend of them who's in middle school and is part of this fundraiser crap and of course I end up pulling my wallet and contributing to such a noble cause and even more *GASP* questions to Jean-Francois who by the way doesn't fucking like people asking questions but as he's now part of the family we have to learn not only all of his past but *cough* his plans for the *cough*cough* future and shit. As slick as I am avoiding questions I gave them plenty of half answers and half truths because I don't want them to call my sister's fiance to tell him that his new brother in law is just a fucked up guy who has no fucking idea wass up in his life and maybe he'll cancel the wedding and the only real chance that my sister has ever had of nailing a ring on his left hand will go up in smoke due to me.I hope I didn't mess it up too bad, though.
We held hands before eating the food and thanks God they didn't ask me to bless the food, because that would've been the end of it all; but my mum's in law's husband is a minister in one of the local churches and of course he did the blessing. I ate a full plate the first time and went back to the grill to get some more chicken, potatoes and salad. For dessert we had some Cherry Garcia with some cookies and coffee, and my sister in law had to go running after the dog who found a whole in the fence but as much as I wanted to help the truth of the matter is that I couldn't move.
Then after the coffee I found out that my sister in law's husband is on his way to become a minister as well and my heart just filled with joy, can you believe it?! Where the hell did I get all this good luck from. . . honestly I would've preferred good looks instead my friends! But as I believe that you have to get the most out of any situation, I steered the conversation to the singles group at the church, and I believe I stroke gold! Well, not yet but a ray of light is in the horizon. According to them, there's a large singles group and there's plenty of girls of all ages. . .
I don't want to go any further predicting the future because those are untested waters for me, but com'on, doesn't it look like the sky is the limit here?!
Jean-Francois was drunk at 11:41 PM
2 Comments:
my heart skipped a beat when i read that your future brother in-law will be training to be a MINISTER! not that there's anything wrong with that. how does your sister feel about that?
ugh i still have a bitter taste in my mouth from my experiences with xtian groups - because i was part of one for my first two years of college i didn't go on any dates! the boys were weird- they didn't like girls unless they wanted to marry them. there was no such thing as dates - the boy likes the girl, he tells her so, and *suddenly* they're "dating" without so much as going on anything you or i would consider a date! so beware,in such a group you'll find many a girl who has expectations of marriage!
stick to your intellect.
Thanks for your advices (and warnings).
I'm planning to "stir the pot" once I set foot in that church... but who knows, maybe I'll end up changing this blog's name to "Stranger in the Land of God the Lord and my Savior" or something in that neighborhood.
My intellect has been running a deficit ever since I knew there was such thing, so I'm just going to stick to my guts trying not to lose my north: to get f*cking laid!!!
Cheers Miss E!
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