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Ben's Family Gets Involved...

Ben Sr. and his wife, Amy, made an impromptu visit yesterday. When they arrived, the Bens had the following exchange.

Ben Sr.: So how about we take you to lunch?

Ben: How about brunch?

Ben Sr.: Sure, how about sushi?

Ben: That’s not brunch.

Ben Sr.: Why not?

Ben: There are no eggs on the menu.

Ben Sr.: Amy and I had breakfast before we left.

Ben: That’s the beauty of brunch, Dad. Everyone gets to choose if they want breakfast or lunch.

Ben Sr. was clearly confused by the concept of brunch, which Amy (and I, though I kept my poker face on) thought was hilarious. When we arrived, I ordered a mimosa and Ben ordered a Bloody Mary.

“Drinking with breakfast?” Ben Sr. asked.

“Dad,” Ben said, rolling his eyes. “It’s brunch.”

After we all ordered (Salad for Ben Sr., burger for Amy, Eggs Florentine for Ben and an omelet for me), Ben Sr. explained why they’d come.

“If you two are amenable to it, we’d love to throw you an engagement party in Philly.”

The idea of having an engagement party hadn’t even occurred to me. Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to Ben, either.

“I don’t know, Dad. I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t get what the point of an engagement party is.”

“To tell everyone you’re engaged, and celebrate it,” Ben Sr. said.

“That’s what Facebook is for,” Ben said. Amy and I laughed. “But seriously, who gets invited? Everyone who’s going to the wedding? I don’t want people to feel like they’re obligated to trek to Philly and buy us another gift.”

“What do you think, K.?” Amy asked.

“I think it’s a lovely gesture,” I said. “And I appreciate the thought, as does Ben, even though he’s not showing it.” I gave Ben a pointed look. “But it seems like a lot of money and fuss for you guys, and we don’t want you to have to do all that.”

“But we really want to,” Amy insisted.

Ben and I consulted with eyebrows, and made our decision.

“Then we would love to have an engagement party, hosted by you.”

We compared schedules, and decided on Saturday, October 22. After brunch, I called my parents to give them a heads up in case they wanted to buy plane tickets.

“We wanted to have something for you down here,” my mother lamented.

“I don’t think that will be convenient for people, Mom,” I said. “Plus, two engagement parties is too much.”

“Fine,” she said, though it was clearly anything but. “But I’ll be throwing your bridal shower. I suppose I should call Ben’s parents now before they start planning one.”

I feel like an engagement party, a bridal shower and a wedding is too much. It’s basically asking people for three gifts. Ben proposed making the engagement party a no-gift affair, but Ben’s father nixed the idea. I didn’t even propose it with my mother, as I knew it wouldn’t fly.

While I’m not excited about three separate events, I am excited about setting up a wedding registry. I’ve been drooling over housewares online all day.

Posted at 12:46 PM

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Ben's Family Gets Involved...

Ben Sr. and his wife, Amy, made an impromptu visit yesterday. When they arrived, the Bens had the following exchange.

Ben Sr.: So how about we take you to lunch?

Ben: How about brunch?

Ben Sr.: Sure, how about sushi?

Ben: That’s not brunch.

Ben Sr.: Why not?

Ben: There are no eggs on the menu.

Ben Sr.: Amy and I had breakfast before we left.

Ben: That’s the beauty of brunch, Dad. Everyone gets to choose if they want breakfast or lunch.

Ben Sr. was clearly confused by the concept of brunch, which Amy (and I, though I kept my poker face on) thought was hilarious. When we arrived, I ordered a mimosa and Ben ordered a Bloody Mary.

“Drinking with breakfast?” Ben Sr. asked.

“Dad,” Ben said, rolling his eyes. “It’s brunch.”

After we all ordered (Salad for Ben Sr., burger for Amy, Eggs Florentine for Ben and an omelet for me), Ben Sr. explained why they’d come.

“If you two are amenable to it, we’d love to throw you an engagement party in Philly.”

The idea of having an engagement party hadn’t even occurred to me. Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to Ben, either.

“I don’t know, Dad. I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t get what the point of an engagement party is.”

“To tell everyone you’re engaged, and celebrate it,” Ben Sr. said.

“That’s what Facebook is for,” Ben said. Amy and I laughed. “But seriously, who gets invited? Everyone who’s going to the wedding? I don’t want people to feel like they’re obligated to trek to Philly and buy us another gift.”

“What do you think, K.?” Amy asked.

“I think it’s a lovely gesture,” I said. “And I appreciate the thought, as does Ben, even though he’s not showing it.” I gave Ben a pointed look. “But it seems like a lot of money and fuss for you guys, and we don’t want you to have to do all that.”

“But we really want to,” Amy insisted.

Ben and I consulted with eyebrows, and made our decision.

“Then we would love to have an engagement party, hosted by you.”

We compared schedules, and decided on Saturday, October 22. After brunch, I called my parents to give them a heads up in case they wanted to buy plane tickets.

“We wanted to have something for you down here,” my mother lamented.

“I don’t think that will be convenient for people, Mom,” I said. “Plus, two engagement parties is too much.”

“Fine,” she said, though it was clearly anything but. “But I’ll be throwing your bridal shower. I suppose I should call Ben’s parents now before they start planning one.”

I feel like an engagement party, a bridal shower and a wedding is too much. It’s basically asking people for three gifts. Ben proposed making the engagement party a no-gift affair, but Ben’s father nixed the idea. I didn’t even propose it with my mother, as I knew it wouldn’t fly.

While I’m not excited about three separate events, I am excited about setting up a wedding registry. I’ve been drooling over housewares online all day.

Posted at 12:46 PM

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