Christmas Eve with the Sicilians
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thejunipertreeI have a confession to make.
I'm dating an Italian.
A Sicilian, at that. Okay, only HALF Sicilian.
Broke one of my cardinal rules, yes. But, it's
really not so bad. He's not really stereotypical
Italian. No gold chains. No red gravy stains on
a wifebeater tank top. Doesn't think he's in the
Mob (except when we're listening to Catatonia's
one song). And isn't enamoured with the Sopranos.
However, he does have a big Sicilian part of the
family. And I was invited to spend Christmas
Eve with them. Feast of the Seven Fishes (which
wound up being many, many shrimp in my gullet and
crab dip that I can't eat because I'm allergic).
And the ceremonial EATING OF THE SAUSAGE AT MIDNIGHT.
It was mostly okay. Not as bad as I was dreading.
I am not a social situation kind of person. I
don't do family gatherings. Especially when
they're not even my family.
His cousins were cool, despite the one having
her little boy sing "Santa Claus is coming to
town" for the Engineer. His parents, like usual,
were keen. Especially when his mother got all
fiesty and loud over how much she hates Martha
Stewart. It prompted me to think to myself "Man,
Rose has got an aggro side to her!"
His aunt was most entertaining. Between refilling
my glass of wine and refilling her own glass,
she commented about an episode of the Sopranos
that was being discussed. "I just don't like it,
it reminds me too much of what I've already lived
through."
Said episode involved a prostitute sucking off
a couple of cops or something of the sort. I
barely managed to hold my tongue. I REALLY wanted
to ask "So, have you sucked a lot of cop dick?"
The Engineer and I discussed it on the ride home.
We couldn't decide whether or not she meant
being a hooker or being involved with the Mob. I
asked him if I could press his father for answers
on the matter, but he thinks it's best if he
does the honours. Damn.
I just ate popcorn off the floor.
I'm dating an Italian.
A Sicilian, at that. Okay, only HALF Sicilian.
Broke one of my cardinal rules, yes. But, it's
really not so bad. He's not really stereotypical
Italian. No gold chains. No red gravy stains on
a wifebeater tank top. Doesn't think he's in the
Mob (except when we're listening to Catatonia's
one song). And isn't enamoured with the Sopranos.
However, he does have a big Sicilian part of the
family. And I was invited to spend Christmas
Eve with them. Feast of the Seven Fishes (which
wound up being many, many shrimp in my gullet and
crab dip that I can't eat because I'm allergic).
And the ceremonial EATING OF THE SAUSAGE AT MIDNIGHT.
It was mostly okay. Not as bad as I was dreading.
I am not a social situation kind of person. I
don't do family gatherings. Especially when
they're not even my family.
His cousins were cool, despite the one having
her little boy sing "Santa Claus is coming to
town" for the Engineer. His parents, like usual,
were keen. Especially when his mother got all
fiesty and loud over how much she hates Martha
Stewart. It prompted me to think to myself "Man,
Rose has got an aggro side to her!"
His aunt was most entertaining. Between refilling
my glass of wine and refilling her own glass,
she commented about an episode of the Sopranos
that was being discussed. "I just don't like it,
it reminds me too much of what I've already lived
through."
Said episode involved a prostitute sucking off
a couple of cops or something of the sort. I
barely managed to hold my tongue. I REALLY wanted
to ask "So, have you sucked a lot of cop dick?"
The Engineer and I discussed it on the ride home.
We couldn't decide whether or not she meant
being a hooker or being involved with the Mob. I
asked him if I could press his father for answers
on the matter, but he thinks it's best if he
does the honours. Damn.
I just ate popcorn off the floor.
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Date: 2001-12-26 05:03 pm (UTC)My family consists of fanatical christians!
isn't that fun?
Oh, we can't even have wine. at thanksgiving we
have grape juice.
and FORGET prostitute talk!
~M~