Thanksgiving. Thats interesting, with a boyfriends other half of the family that you have never met, and he was reluctant to tell you they would be there. I think it was on purpose so I wouldnt freak out or back down. So you just walk in with a nervous face and sweaty palms. And by the way, where does he keep going? Leaving me, to fend for myself, and communicate to the ones brave enough to ask questions. But all turned out well, nice conversations and great food. Finally, its off to see my family. This oughta be interesting.