Brian D. escorted me to a family party in the basement of Pete's Tavern on Friday where he was subjected to 80% of my parents friends. It's safe to say that these people live to attend the weddings of each other's children, so I had a fabulous time parading Brian around and announcing, "This is Brian. He's a lawyer."
You'd have thought we were already registered at Gump's, the reaction was so huge and approving. Christ, I didn't realize my spinsterhood was of such concern.
As is standard, considering we were all so drunk, someone ate dancefloor on their way to make a speech, I called my mother Saturday morning to gossip. We both sipped coffee and dished about the party, discussing at length who looked good, who didn't, who was really interesting and who we find annoying. And then my mother goes, "Oh! get a load of this!"
Apparently, well into the evening, 'The Thompsons' apprached my mother. "We just looove Brian. He and Beth are so cute together. Are they very serious?"
My mother took a long swig of her wine. "You guys. Brian's gay."
"He's not. Sometimes they just say that."
On and on, they went, attempting to convince her that Brian and I were madly in love, which we are, and about to set a date. Now, keep in mind, Brian and I were feeding the flames a little. The Thompsons were the ones who instantly asked us if we were 'together.'
Brian also told Alex that he was going to wait until everyone was sufficiently sloshed and then take the microphone and propose to me in front of my nearest and dearest. That would have made my year, and apparently The Thomnpsons year as well.
My mother and I wrapped up our gossip and then she handed the phone to my father, reading in bed next to her.
"Hi Daddy. Did you have fun last night?"
"Yeah! I really like Brian."
By the way, if we were to register, we'd be registering for this...
Oh, and this...