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Friday, November 29, 2002 Well, thanksgiving in Fresno was interesting.
Wednesday night, after suffering hours in traffic and getting a hotel room, I had the chance to meet Chelle's parents. We all met up at the Starbuck's closest to their house and that went pretty well. Chelle was more nervous than any of the rest of us :) Thursday morning we pretty much just hung out, we had thought about going to see Tomorrow Never Dies but the times didn't work out for us. Around 2 we got back to the house and not much was going on.
And that's when things got complicated. Chelle's pseudobrother, Ethan, all of 11 years old or so, seemed to decide I was his new toy. His new punching bag. Chelle and I were waiting for her dad and aunt to get back from test-driving her dad's Harley when Ethan just started jumping on me, which I ignored, and that proceeded into punching me in the eye and kicking my back. When he really got to be a probelm I pulled him off of me and that set him off to tell his parents.
Great way to make that first impression with her parents, right?
So much of the rest of the day was spent attempting to avoid situations where Ethan could beat up on us again without his parents around to see it. Around dinner my back was hurting from the pounding it took earlier (I have an existing back injury from a long time ago... he didn't kick me in the back and kidneys hard, he just got lucky with where to hit me), so Chelle and I hung out in her room where I could lay down and keep my back straight, which seemed to help.
After all of her various relatives left- all of whom were pretty cool, really - Chelle and I watched Donnie Darko on the Powerbook, finally. We've been talking about watching it for ohhhhhh six months or so!
The whole times Chelle was worried that I wouldn't like her family, which is silly. They're all pretty cool, and Ethan is just a rambunctious 11 year old who's into the whole attention thing (especially when he's not getting any cause realtives are around schmoozing). I thought pretty much everything went well, though she was pretty stressed with everything. It didn't help that we hadn't seen each other at all in while, so we wanted as much time together as we could get, and we didn't know wtf was going on at any given time.
So now she tells me that he Dad said we were being antisocial, and that everyone said we were being rude. Oy. You just can't win I guess.
[ 11/29/2002 11:20:00 AM ] [
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