Well, the evening with the P.U. (parental unit) went surprisingly well. The pizza was well received by all, and Worthy Opponent and I genuinely admired the newly-refinished furniture brought up from the farmhouse. My father's initial words to me were NOT, "Boy, you've gotten fat" (as he's said before upon greeting me at age 16 or so, and I quote, "My little whale!"), but rather, "Doesn't my daughter look lovely" or something like that, to my surprise. We enjoyed Chris and his stories about their drive across country (it was the biker rally in Sturgis, causing them all sorts of headaches). We enjoyed playing Princes of Florence, and dad was a mostly good sport although he was a little snappish because he felt stupid since he didn't know the rules. There were no blow-ups at all while we were there, just some mild grumbly snarking about wimmen folk making life rough for their men. At the end of the night, to my pleasure, Maurie and I tied for points (even with the counting of the money tiebreaker). Afterwards, my husband said he found P.U.'s comments about my "lovely complexion" creepy and inappropriate, but given the spectrum I found them just fine (I said it's always appropriate to compliment a woman on her hair and her skin). I even invited him to come to Fremont for lunch with us today. We'll see how that goes and if I regret it later.
Tonight is the memorial boat floating in remembrance of Hiroshima at Greenlake tonight. My brother will be bringing the P.U. along, and Stef Brewer is supposed to be meeting us, too. We'll be running late because our first kayaking class is tonight, 6:30-8:30.
So ... do you think I'm competetive? (Dad said I'm highly competetive but I don't think I am.) What does it mean to be competetive?