Dance, Magic Dance

I survived weekend number two with Boo and his parents. Initially, I was dreading it since I didn't seem to get on his mother's good side last time (I don't think she appreciated me staying over in his bed), but it turned out to be a fine time.

Friday night, I had a hot date with my BGF, Bethiekins, and we went to see Shutter. Can you say middle school nightmare? We were joking beforehand about having to fight the wee ones for a place in the theater, and apparently we spoke too soon. The place was filled to the gills with teenyboppers giggling, whispering, opening their cell phones, and running in and out of the theater. Now I know how adults felt when I was that age. How I never got bitchslapped, I'll never know. And the movie wasn't even that great either. Imagine The Grudge with cameras. The end.

Saturday, I got some chores done and lallygagged, waiting as long as possible to go to Boo's. I hate awkward situations, and hanging out with his parents seemed as awkward as I could get. I managed to drag myself to his house late in the afternoon. His dad chatted me up, and his mom was nowhere to be found. I could only assume she was taking an afternoon nap (read: sober up). Later on, after his mom emerged, we decided to take a quick boat ride, as Boo wanted to show his boat off to his parents. Five minutes into the boat ride, his mom finally started talking to me. I started to feel a little at ease, knowing she didn't resent the girl that's sexin' her son, as I previously believed. After the boat came dinner, and after dinner, we rolled ourselves home and wallowed around on the couch.

Sunday morning, we had French toast and mimosas for breakfast while watching Labyrinth (one of my all-time favorites). As Boo was getting out the champagne and juice to make the mimosas, he realized we were down to one bottle of champagne. He immediately yelled to his mom in the other room, who adamantly denied drinking the other bottle. He reminded her of the Thanksgiving where she drank all the rum for the rum cake. I mustered up all I had trying not to laugh when she emerged from the bedroom, glass of champagne in her hand. After breakfast, his mom announced we were having an Easter egg hunt in the backyard. Mimosas in hand, we walked around the backyard picking up little plastic eggs. Boo found most of them. As we finished up, the sun came out, so we hopped on the boat and headed to the river.

Hours later, we returned home, and Boo made me go to 7-11 for macaroni and cheese to go with the ham. Classy, right? We watched Scary Movie 4 and ate our elegant Easter dinner perched around the coffee table. His parents headed out before sunset, and I got a hug from his mother, much to my surprise. After the usual ice cream and massages, we headed to bed early for some much needed "alone time." I slept so soundly cuddled up next to Boo, that I barely stirred when he kissed me goodbye this morning. He even asked me to stay another night, but I declined. I was planning on stopping by this Wednesday after work, so I told him I didn't bring another outfit for work so I couldn't stay.

I am so relieved that the weekend went well. I always get so worked up trying to make a good impression on boyfriends' parents and this time was no different. Although Boo's mom is a bit nutty, and together they put the fun in dysfunction, we all had a great time. I think it took some pressure off Boo, too. I'm pretty sure he gets embarrassed when his mom gets a little loopy and knowing that I could handle it made it easier on him. The hurdles are frequent and high, and we've knocked a few down along the way, but we're getting there!