Debutantes

One more notable event that bears discussion, and then some shameless cribbing from the Remix, because I'm bored and lonely and I have nothing better to do.

Yesterday was a coming out party. Out of nowhere Thursday night, my brother came up with a startling invitation--"Why not bring the Remix to my birthday thing tomorrow?" Huh? My brother was never a Remix fan, mostly due to circumstance, but I didn't know he'd grown up this much.

I almost didn't tell her. I wanted her to come, as soon as the idea was out there, but I didn't want her to say no. I love my family, see. I was with someone for a long time who didn't, who refused to even try. The Remix always loved my family, but I was a little afraid that there wouldn't be enough there, that she'd be too battle-scarred to give that part of it a go again. I posed the question anyway, trying to make it sound like a joke, and her first reaction was exactly the one I was afraid of. WHAT? No, no, no, that does NOT sound like a good plan. I swallowed my disappointment and agreed, but as always, she surprised me. She turned back, slowly coming around, and settled right where I'd hoped. Nervous, yes, and maybe a touch on the skeptical side, but game.

So we went. Her hands were shaking, I was smoking as fast as I could light them, but we did it. And strangely enough, it was good. Really good. Pops is still boring and abrupt, Ma is still tactless and overbearing, and my brother is still crude and funny--and the Remix still fits right in. She's a keeper, this one. Thank God for second chances.