Get it together, Dawson

So it is almost certain that I will be accompanying Seamus to Cali to spend Thanksgiving with the fam. Im nervous about this for several reasons but lets just lump them all together under an umbrella called "Chrissy is nervous about every-damn-thing".

Reasons I am using to convince myself to not be nervous:

(I like a list lately)

Im not a punk-ass kid anymore. I used to get nervous about meeting the parents of just about anyone because I was afraid they were going to discover what a punk kid I was and not let whoever hang out with me anymore. I was constantly paranoid that I was gonna let some punk-ass kid thing to say slip out if I let my guard down and the jig would be up. Well, Im pretty sure those days are gone. While Im not the most responsible person for anyones kids to be hanging around, I generally have a positive influence on those around me, and, usually, when the shit is hitting the fan Im the one on damage control duty.

People usually like me. Im pretty easy to get along with and can usually socialize in most situations comfortably. Im fairly skilled in BSing and have definitely held my own in uncomfortable situations (and with a fair amount of grace, I'd say). Obviously, the right amount of alcohol helps immensely, however, the wrong amount of alcohol can quickly undermine everything the right amount of alcohol helped me achieve. So that is something to definitely be wary of.

I have heard from several sources (other than Seamus) that his parents are cool. This is a huge inside tip as I quite enjoy not having to worry about doing the leg work of finding this out on my own. Its always easier if you have an idea of whether or not the parents are "cool" and adjust the approach accordingly, than to have to learn something "the hard way".

Honestly, there are other things to be concerned with at this point in time (like school and unpacking) but, this is something Im pretty excited about and is on my mind lately. Life is still full of other things (pool, football, Mafia Wars, homework, class, friends, sleep, eating, petting the cat, etc.) so rest assured that I am not obsessing or freaking out over this yet. YET.

Oh! P.S. - Seamus's mom has run her own business as an interior decorator/designer for years and that was my childhood dream job! I hope Im not too annoying when Im fawning over her success or drooling all over what must be her beautifully decorated house.

xoxo