Meet the Fockers

So, I finally met the whole family i.e. hubs side. Actually this was my third meeting but the first time we met informally. Earlier occasions were ceremonious and I didn't get an opportunity to interact with them on a personal level.

We met up for lunch at hubs beautiful home in doon overlooking the Mussoorie hills. It was dad's 62nd birthday and the whole jing bang was invited. Overall, things went well.

Let me rephrase that, things went well until I got drunk and crashed into Mami's chair and landed on her lap. I wonder whose brilliant idea was it to serve GG 2 glasses of wine at 11:30 am? Yeah! I could have refused but then I didn’t want to sound too fussy in front of the in-laws. My tolerance for alcohol is as it is pretty low and is way lower in the mornings especially when I had to skip breakfast to make it on time to impress the family. F.I.L typical of RIMColeans is a stickler for time.

Everyone was in raptures and that gave BP the perfect opportunity to regale everyone with my past escapades. There was no stopping him as he narrated incident after incident about my misadventures. My kicking him from under the table had no affect on him. (Later I found out I had been kicking the cute devar) His mom must have felt some pity because she called me to the kitchen. I was too embarrassed by then and took that as a cue to escape. So that was the meet the family.

I titled this Meet the Fockers though because they were way more hippie than the original "Meet the Parents", way more fockeresque, but not as weird (if only all my strange movie dreams could come true!)