I'm not looking forward to it, to put it mildly.
Long story short, the festivities had to be moved because his father said that I wasn't welcome in his house. The big event will now be held at his sister's place; while it does add an extra hour to the drive, it's was deemed to be the best "neutral" space available and his sister will be able to kick out anyone who is unduly mean to me.
The plan is for everyone not directly in front of the oven to spend the day in an alcohol-induced haze watching something on the various televisions scattered throughout her house.
So, um, wish me luck.
I originally had a much longer, much whinier post about the drama involved when Initials told his family that he wanted me to accompany him home for the holiday. To make up for reading such a dour, 'woe-is-me' post, I collected some pictures of cute guys playing football for everyone to drool over.
I decided to scrap that post and to go the short and sweet route. And I figured that you guys would appreciate the shirtless cute guys anyway, even if you didn't have to read a post about me complaining and feeling sorry for myself.
