Things not to do upon meeting your boyfriend's sister
Yesterday Revelation Rock-Gospel Choir (or about 24 of them, anyway) went down to London to watch Les Mis in the Queen’s Theatre.
In short, it was brilliantly amazingly stupendously wonderful, but more on that later.
Daniel’s sister lives in London, so we met up with her for lunch.
Which was nice.
Until…well, I’d been having a bad day, coordination-wise. I stubbed my toe at 2am, Daniel bought me roses and I stuck a thorn in my finger, that sort of thing.
So it probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me when I knocked over my water glass, made a grab for it, upset the salt and pepper pots and (contrary to several laws of physics) sent the remainder of my steak flying across the table.
Quite aside from the fact that is was fairly amusing, it’s a little embarrassing to make such an eejit of oneself the first time you meet someone on whom you’d like to make a good impression.
Anyway, back to Les Mis. I’d never actually seen the whole thing before (FormerHousemate:Ian bought me the soundtrack) and it was SO amazingly brilliant. And brought a tear to my eyes on several occasions.
Can we go again?