The Wolves Meet the Manatees

After a lot of hemming and hawing and vague waves at plans, the two sets of parents came together over a table. Specifically, the table in our small apartment. We had never put the leaf in the table since it was moved into the dining nook (can't properly call it a room). Also, the night before one of our chairs broke right underneath a visitor while we were playing a board game. Luckily, the Wolves brought over a few chairs my Mr. had left in their basement when he moved out, so now we have a full six chairs for the first time ever.

I think my Wolfman was far more nervous than I was. My parents can be nutty at times, but they're pretty predictable people. I guess his aren't as much.

The night was like this, only with fewer white people and less awkwardness. (x)

A couple of interesting stories came out that night. Dadatee does family tree stuff (extensively) and was asking Papa Wolf about his family. Apparently, his grandmother played tuba in a band that frequently played for Al Capone. How cool is that? Wolfman had never heard that one before. 

On the other side, my parents told a story of how when we were on long car trips as kids, if both Bronatee and I were asleep or otherwise didn't need to get out, they might sneak off for a couple minutes to indulge in some illegal substances. They knew we would stay in the car and we always did. Obviously I immediately had to let Bronatee know. 

All in all, I think things went well. It's important to me that our families are at least chill with each other. And there were no awkward silences. Which is good.

The next time any of them will meet again is at my dress appointment on the 13th. We'll see.