"Meet the Parents"

04/03/2001

So this weekend I went to meet my brother's fiance's family. Let me start by assuring you that they were all very nice and have an impressive sense of family. In short, I like them. However, that didn't stop me from almost sticking both of my feet into my mouth where my brother is concerned. Confused? I shall explain.

They live in Crofton, MD which happens to be near where the Maryland Renaissance Festival is held every year and the route is much the same. On the way there, we passed a restaurant called "Jasper's". Now I've been to this place before and was not impressed. It's nice enough looking, but in that new money, what-kind-of-boat-do-you-own, middle-aged, convertible driving, yuppie sort of way. I went with some people once after Faire so naturally, I was dressed in shorts and a tanktop, my companions were simarily attired. It was very apparent that we did not fit in. The prices were high and I wasn't that impressed with the food. What does this impromtu restaurant review have to do with anything, you ask? Well, as we were passing "Jasper's", I commented that I had eaten there and wasn't impressed. It seemed like it was full of older people wanting to be seen... you know, the eggs benedict and mimosa crowd. I stopped just short of making some comment like, "full of white haired men in Mustang convertibles". Good thing too since my brother's fiance's uncle (whose house we were plodding along towards) happens to have white hair. And drives a red 2000 Mustang convertible.

Good thing he didn't have an antique lie detector in the basement.