My eldest daughter has had a bit of a rough break up recently, but she now has a new boyfriend in her life. The new boyfriend’s family wanted us all to meet up. First, they suggested a braai (barbeque) at their house, but with me being the way I am, I thought I’d be all awkward at their house. I would first have to get to know them better first. So, the eventual arrangement was that we would all meet up at a restaurant.
I was fine all along, thinking that I would be calm meeting the new people, but an hour before the time I suddenly got so nervous. I kept thinking about that movie “Meet the Fockers.” I was wondering who of us would be the Fockers, their family or mine, or neither. I digress though, back to me getting all anxious. I took a prescription tablet (which is supposed to help with the anxiety) just before leaving, which did help a little.
I was hoping that we would get to the restaurant before them so that I could settle down and get used to my surroundings. You may find my behaviour to be a little odd, but those who suffer from anxiety would understand exactly what I’m talking about.
As luck would have it, they arrived at precisely the same time as my family arrived. So we did the introductions in the parking lot! I must say though that I was happy to have met a family of huggers. Who would have guessed, real huggers, not pretend huggers, good warm hearted hugging people.
The Actual Visit
Once inside the restaurant I suddenly felt overwhelmed with waves of nervousness. When the waiter came around I ordered a Cosmopolitan for three reasons. One; I thought it would calm me down. Two; it is quite delectable. Three; I love the shape of the glass and the way they do the whole drink up with the cherry dropped in the bottom.
Once the conversation started. I found my new acquaintances to be quite amiable, and strangely, I had this really odd feeling that I might just LIKE them.
After I had finished my second Cosmo, I felt my head do a bit of a spin. Stupid of me, I actually forgot about the medication I took just before leaving. Fortunately though, I know my drinking capabilities very well. I can handle any form of Vodka, but only until I feel that first head swirl, that is when I put the brakes on. On this day the combination was a bit much for me I think.
Anyway, it turned out that neither of our two families was in fact similar to the Fockers, although given time, all the strange quirks do eventually surface, don’t they?