i don't understand my parents...
so i was in atlanta about a week ago, before i left to new orleans and wasn't able to see all of my family, so we decided that on my way back to chapel hill, i would pass through atlanta again, and we would all meet up for dinner. i told my parents that i just wanted something casual so that i could see my brothers and sisters and everyone. i just got back and was informed that we'll be going to one of the nicer atlanta restaraunts. again, that's fine, but then my stepdad got pissy because i told him that the nicest clothes i had was jeans and a tee-shirt. he said, as he has before, that i should know to bring nice clothes when i come home to visit. i told him, as i had before, that when i come home it's to relax, and rarely do i feel relaxed when i'm not allowed to dress how i want to dress. now he wants me to go buy a pair of slacks that he'd reimburse me for. but i just got off the road after seven hours and have an hour until dinner, and would much rather vent to the internets than go buy a pair of pants i don't need. i just don't understand why the important part of the evening can't be the conversation, and has to be instead, the location. blah.