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.
When we broke the news to my parents, my dad said, “Good. Family tables have always seemed deadly boring to me. It’s not a reunion of the 37th airborne, where you have to seat the entire command structure at the front of the room.”
Indeed.
*Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Of course we are letting our parents invite their friends (though we did stick to the rule that we had to know said friends or no dice). I mean, it is a PARTY, we do want everyone to have FUN.
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