Telling the parents.
The plan was relatively simple. Bill and I were going to find a nonchalant way to invite our parents to the Grand Lux Cafe near Adelphi on Friday night. Bill's mother, however, had agreed to work on that evening, and now could not refuse. Nonchalance flew right out the window.
"Well, what if we all had dinner tonight? ...Oh, it's a little bit important. ...Actually, it's somewhat important. ...Yeah, very important that it happens before the weekend. ...Really? See you at 8:30, then." I'm actually glad we had the dinner last night, since tonight's weather promises to be dangerous for driving.
Both sets of parents knew what was coming, or had a pretty good idea. Apparently, when I ordered a martini with dinner, Bill's parents elbowed each other and whispered, "Well, she's not pregnant."
We told them after the entrees arrived. Everyone loved the ring, and while there was talk about how young we were, how soon this was, and how difficult the first years of marriage are, the evening was generally pleasant. It took both sets of parents some time to adjust to the concept that their "babies" were engaged, but they finally admitted to being happy about it. At the end of the night, my mother actually hugged Bill, and my father shook his hand, both of which are incredibly surprising and impressive occurrences. Bill's parents hugged me at least five times, and told me they loved me.
Overnight, my ring slipped off my finger twice. I am very much looking forward to getting it resized this weekend.
"Well, what if we all had dinner tonight? ...Oh, it's a little bit important. ...Actually, it's somewhat important. ...Yeah, very important that it happens before the weekend. ...Really? See you at 8:30, then." I'm actually glad we had the dinner last night, since tonight's weather promises to be dangerous for driving.
Both sets of parents knew what was coming, or had a pretty good idea. Apparently, when I ordered a martini with dinner, Bill's parents elbowed each other and whispered, "Well, she's not pregnant."
We told them after the entrees arrived. Everyone loved the ring, and while there was talk about how young we were, how soon this was, and how difficult the first years of marriage are, the evening was generally pleasant. It took both sets of parents some time to adjust to the concept that their "babies" were engaged, but they finally admitted to being happy about it. At the end of the night, my mother actually hugged Bill, and my father shook his hand, both of which are incredibly surprising and impressive occurrences. Bill's parents hugged me at least five times, and told me they loved me.
Overnight, my ring slipped off my finger twice. I am very much looking forward to getting it resized this weekend.