Meet the family: The sister
The parade of introducing The Theatre Producer to chums and relatives has continued. On Wednesday she met my sister.
My sister is a bit scary. Well quite scary actually, far scarier than my mum. She has a job where being scary is an advantage and she is very good at it.
I can’t think of many girls who have met her, only one perhaps and that was at my father’s funeral so it wasn’t really a relaxed social occasion. Actually that whole episode is worthy of it’s own post, but I’ll save that for another time.
On Wednesday I had a boozy lunch and then the opening of a restaurant. I’d invited my sister and her boyfriend to the restaurant opening as well as The Theatre Producer.
I actually originally invited the Theatre Producer when we were still chums-who-happened-to-go-to-stuff-together-and-maybe-kiss rather than an official item.
The lunch was excellent. So excellent in fact that I was moderately to rather smashed by the time my sister appeared. The remnants of the lunch party were hanging around getting even more trashed before slinking back to their offices. I’d booked the afternoon off so was in no hurry to return.
My sister had brought along a chum because her boyfriend (or more accurately) fiancé was at a job interview. The chum was a tall chap with curly hair who had decided I was gay because of the loud trousers I was wearing.
They were pretty loud trousers but once we’d cleared up the whole gay thing he was very nice.
We had time for one quick drink before The Theatre Producer appeared. She was running a bit late because she had got slightly lost on the way over. I introduced her to my chums, my sister and her plus one and then we dashed over to the restaurant.
Eating for free
I was feeling a little bit drunk at this point.
We were checked off the guest list and ushered inside. The place was stupidly busy, absolutely manic.
We had glasses of wine pressed into our hands and then set about sampling the canapés that were being distributed around the room. There was some sort of squid ink risotto and something in breadcrumbs that I remember being very nice.
I wasn’t really in a fit state to provide any sound judgement on food. I do remember having my glass topped up and almost immediately handing it to The Theatre Producer so she could enjoy it. I had just enough sense to realise I should stop drinking, but not enough to stop them giving me more champagne.
I’m fairly sure that The Theatre Producer and my sister talked but I can’t remember a word that was said.
We floated around the restaurant trying out different canapés and drinking more than we should. I was strictly on the orange juice at this point but dutifully passed my glass over to The Theatre Producer every time it was filled.
Some time much later we left after having eaten so much food we all felt a bit ill. A win I think.
The next day my sister sent me a text saying that my girlfriend seemed very nice. So I suppose that’s a pass.
Marriage percentage: 58%
My brother is coming up to London this week, so the Theatre Producer can meet him next. He isn’t scary in the slightest.