deedle deedle deedle deedle no'rthn ir'ld deedle

Yup, heading off to meet the family this weekend. Dave has arranged for his bi-annual visit to Northern Ireland and he asked me to go with him. Hmmm... these are the things we do for the people we care about but I must admit I am shitting myself.

Recount a snippet of conversation from second date:
H: So how many girls have you brought home from London to meet your parents?
D: None
H: What do you mean?
D: What do you mean?
H: Well, have you ever brought a girl home to meet your family before? How did it go?
D: I have never brought a girl home to meet my parents before. Since moving to London, none of my relationships have ever been that serious.
H: But you have had girlfriends since moving to London?
D: Yeah, girls I have dated but nothing serious. If I brought a girl home, it would have to be serious.
H: What, if you brought a girl home to meet your family, it would be making a statment?
D: Yes
H: Oh, right. I see.


Fast forward four months. FOUR MONTHS!!


D: I am going to Northern Ireland in early July. I would like you to come with me.
H: Do you think it is too soon?
D: Do you think it is too soon? (I notice we tend to repeat a lot)
H: I am not sure, you said if you brought a girl home it would make a statement.
D: Did I?
H: Yes, on our second date.
D: Oh, I guess it would.
H: So, you are saying something about our relationship by wanting me to meet your family?
D: I am going to Northern Ireland and I want you to come with me.
H: Oh, okay. (H breathes a sigh of relief)
D: It is serious.
H: Oh

So, away we go on Friday night, Fourth of July as well. UGH!

Terrified. My stomach hurts.