A night of firsts: my first time going to awesome Atlanta restaurant, Aria, and the first time my father and my boyfriend are meeting. We’ve been together for more than a year and he’s met my mom, but never my father, of the bad jokes and general Michael Scott awkwardness. Nervous does not begin to describe the feeling I have goin’ on right now. My mom and boyfriend already tag team me on job, legal issues, and add my dad to that mix? It’s gonna be a bloodbath.
I know this is bad, but currently craving alcohol. Lots of alcohol.
