meet the parents; ANTHONY OWES $27!

So we're even.

*he* has met both my parents, and i have met his. i was a shy and giggly little girl, but i think that's part of my charm (?). maybe we're not exactly even, seeing as MY meet the parents experience was not a face-to-face encounter. but that could not be immediately helped.

he woke me up saturday night. although i suspect we might have been having a somnambulic conversation... regardless, i woke up and he was telling me something about france.

you know, the market in france.
what about the market in france?
anthony. you know anthony. he owes twenty-seven dollars.
huh?

convinced he is insane, i say "you're f*cking crazy!" and get up to go to the bathroom.

when i return, he is still trying to tell me about anthony. he is now waving his hands to emphasize, you know, ANTHONY! $27!

i vainly attempt to get him to explain it to me and he bursts out laughing. at some point he wakes up - we're not sure about exactly when - and he is still laughing. i try to explain to him that he was talking in his sleep but apparently, he can't understand how i don't know about the twenty-seven frikkin dollars!

the laughing continues for about another minute (yes, sixty seconds) until there is enough of a clearing that i can explain to him (again) that he was talking in his sleep. at this point he is conscious, and realizes what he has been doing and starts laughing again!

after a few minutes, he stops, his breathing slows, and he is asleep again.

two sleep-talkers sharing a bed... this could get interesting...