The Spot

Oh wow. Michael will be spending Christmas with us.
For those of you who didn't live in my apartment this summer, Michael is Emilie's boyfriend of 3 years. He and Emilie stayed in my 3.5 for a few weeks: it felt small. Mom's been dying to meet him, and he's coming to stay for the holidays.
Words fail me. Partly because I'm not quite sure how this will pan out. I think Mike is pretty cool: he cooked an awesome meal when he stayed with us. He was a very decent houseguest, and seems to be a pretty cool person.
That being said, I can tell he hasn't meet my folks yet: if he did, he wouldn't be volunteering to stay with us for 2 weeks and change.
Well, maybe that's not entirely fair. My folks were at their most neurotic when we were in high school. They've mellowed out a bit by now. And mom has this way of totally winning over strangers. Granted, she hasn't won Dave over, but that's because he was a ba-a-a-d influence on me in high school: he brought the existance of a social life to my attention. I think she's cool with it now, but I don't blame Dave for avoiding her like the man-eating tiger she appeared to be when they first met.
Hopefully this will present an opportunity to create a big happy family. Emillie, Dave and I can keep Mike from finding out Sydney is a very boring town. Dave will have someone to talk to when my parents have nothing to say...good news all around.
This guy must really like Em. That's all I have to say about that. Crazy mo-fo.
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