You and I are going to this barbecue place in the middle of nowhere and we order our food ( it's a campground style, everything is outside, and there's a traitor where they serve food) and they give you your food, and they keep not giving me mine. So you go on to find a seat cuz it's super crowded. The guy makes a joke about his teenage daughter appreciating certain things more as she gets older, and my first thought from the way he says it is "boobs" and I am trying to be good, so I say "college" and the guy takes off, the girl is ashamed as fuck, and the 9 year old son takes ash and puts it in my food.
I start crying and trying to apologize, while trying to fix my food back to normal and fuss at the boy, and ... It takes a while to get that sorted out. Basically they hate me but they aren't kicking me out... Or giving me a new plate of food.
I turn around to see none other than grandpa Hal, being led by one of our munch guys, the clue less one.... Who proceeds to say, "Emily, I want you to meet girl Hal." I panic. I say "come with me!" And run to try and find you. And when I find you, you are surrounded by dad, mom, grandma Fannie bell, grandma bowman, nana, and lovingncmaster. And you look just as panicked as I am. And I know ifs going to be horrible. And you open your mouth. And I jump in and point to Ryan and say, "dude. So these are my parents.... And you know I love you to death, but I'm gonna have to ask you to get the fuck out of here, in the nicest way possible." And he doesn't understand. At all, that he is kinky and we are not OUT in front of our family. He is shocked and offended. And you say, "look dude, it's fine, but they just don't understand technology like we do, you know?" (and you say technology, but in a way that tech sounds very similar to the word kink and I know my parents can hear what's going on) so I try to distract everyone by putting ice down Ryan's shirt. He promptly throws his entire drink. Everyone is looking at me.
I wake up.
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