Poop Shute

Tonight a strange and beautiful domino train came crashing through our lives.

As of very recently our parents were blissfully unaware of what I wrote about in my last post.

Yesterday, I let it slip to my Dad, so I spent some time talking with him about the past several months. He handled it quite well, really.

Tonight we went to the same dance club (Margarita Rocks). This time Meg and I got there first and Noel caught up with us later. When Noel arrived she told us that she had clued her parents in on our relationship. We were surprised and excited, but then the evening moved on, like it does.

Later, after a few drinks and a few dances the subject came up again. This time, to my extreme surprise, Meg whipped out her cell phone and called her Mom. I guess she just felt it was time to stop hiding things. Keep in mind that her Mom is currently living at Harvard, and at that time it was 1:30 am in good ol' Boston, Mass. Next she dialed up her Dad. Both of her parents seemed totally non-plussed. This could be due to the fact that they were roused from their respective deep slumbers, but we will know that tomorrow I suppose. Will they wake up and lunge for the phone to berate her, or will they scratch their heads and say "what a strange dream..."

This action on Meg's part had effectively made my Mom the last one to know, and I know how she hates that, so I got on the horn right then and there and made sure she knew. It seemed that it was my night for extreme surprises. The conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Hey Mom, sorry to wake you up, but I have something important to tell you.

Mom: S'okay, what's up?

Me: Meg and I have been dating somebody. Together.

Mom: I know.

Me: ...you... you what?!?

Mom: I know.

Me: You mean... but... Well, anyway, you remember meeting Noel? It's her.

Mom: I figured.

Me: Okay... well, I love you. Good night.

Mom: Good night, honey.

My mother never ceases to amaze me. She has got to be one of the most intuitive people on this earth. I should just start calling her Sherlock.

I'm expecting a mountain of questions and warnings from all sides, but time will tell. So far, all of them handled it roughly the same way. A little bit of shock, but a general attitude of "whatever works for ya." Even if that attitude is faked, it shows that they are willing to support our decisions, and that's a good start.