Two weeks ago was Easter. A holiday that has become less and less about the candy, and more of a time when I get together with my dad’s side of the family (mom’s side is Jewish). It was also the first time my boyfriend, Nolan, met my dad’s side of my family.
Nolan had already met my mom’s side at a Pre-Thanksgiving party my aunt threw back in November. I’m honestly a little surprised he didn’t leave me immediately after. My mom’s side of the family is definitely a little crazier than my dad’s. They made him play a drinking game where he ended up having to pick his nose and dance for them. Seriously, I’m surprised he’s still here after they scarred him for life.
Needless to say, my dad’s side was a little upset that I didn’t bring him to their Thanksgiving dinner. To be fair, I was still trying to figure everything out with him. My Aunt’s party was more of a casual thing and not as serious as Thanksgiving dinner with my dad’s side of the family. We’re still together now, he didn’t have any plans, and so Easter was the day they were going to meet him.
Nolan does not live close to me. He actually lives closer to my Aunt Mary and Uncle Ron, who were hosting Easter. That being said he also does not drive. Originally, he was going to come home with me after I went out with my friends Saturday night. That way we could all go together Sunday morning. Then he got sick, so that didn’t happen. After that he had considered taking public transportation and we’d pick him up from the bus stop. However, that turned out to be too complicated and so he decided he was just gonna Uber it. I was happy he wouldn’t get lost on the way there and that everything worked out.
Sunday morning, I wake up and realize that there is a small chance that he will somehow show up before my immediate family and I do. My family is notorious for being late. When I was younger, I used to refer to us as the Laters because we were usually among the last to arrive to any party. I don’t think it’s a particular person’s fault, I think it’s the combination of me, my mom, my dad, and my sister. I tell my mom about my fear and she assures me that we’ll leave a little early so we get to my Aunt’s house on time.
Surprisingly, we do leave on time. I obviously didn’t tell Nolan about my sudden realization because I did not want to freak him out. It was a small chance and things were looking up, especially since it seemed like we were all going to get there at the same time. It soon became a race on who would get there first. However, I think I acted too cocky and underestimated the true power of the Laters because the next thing I knew, my dad had missed the turn. It delayed us by 20 minutes. Of course.
Nolan was the winner and turned out to be the first person to arrive at my Aunt Mary’s house. To make matters worse, in the 20 minutes we were delayed, the rest of my family decided to show up. So by the time my immediate family and I arrived, everyone else had already introduced themselves to him and possibly grilled him. I don’t know, I was stuck in a car with my parents for those 20 minutes. The Laters strike again.
My poor boyfriend. I don’t know if this experience was better or worse than the nose picking incident. I’d like to think better? Though I did end up sharing the nose picking story with my dad’s side. One thing’s for sure, Nola’s definitely a keeper.
P.S. It was pretty smooth sailing after the beginning of the dinner party. Though it was awkward trying to figure out what exactly was talked about in those 20 minutes before I had arrived. At one point Nolan had to tell me that my uncle and him had already had conversation I tried to start. #mybad