Today, we had brunch in San Clemente with my parents, Chris’s parents, and my aunt. It was an interesting lunch in that the usual things happened; my dad was sitting there awkwardly, not really talking much unless Chris’s dad said something to him first. My mom insisted on sitting next to my aunt and mostly talked to her the whole time, along with Chris trying his best to converse with the two of them. Then, there’s Chris’s mom and me, who are sitting on the other side of the table, and I’m listening to his mom talk about not wanting to eat such heavy food so that she can look good for the wedding photos.

And it all ended with my dad rushing up to the front at the beginning, pretending to get up and use the bathroom, and paying for the bill before anyone else had the chance to. It just gets more and more predictable and exacerbating every time.