We have been setting up our seating charts this week (yes, yes, yes, of course we're seating people, we have lots of people that don't *know* other people and we need to sit them next to kind, chatty souls. Souls that they might like to make out with. Or whatever).Anywaayyy. So. We were trying to figure out who we should sit with, and we started dutifully assembling the requisite family table. And then we realized: Why are we sitting with our parents? We see our parents all the time! We'll see them all weekend! So eff it. We sat our parents next to their friends that they never see* so they could party, and we sat ourselves next to our friends that we never see so we could party.
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