I was having those last-minute doubts and recriminations – it is one thing to go to visit a friend and meet her family, impose upon them to suffer a major disruption to their schedules and priorities, ask them to entertain you and help you negotiate their city; but it seemed like perhaps a bit much to ask to also provide you with accommodations for the weekend. So, even if out of nothing but a misguided notion of proper manners and genteel upbringing, I felt compelled to ask, “Are you sure you don’t want us to get a hotel?”
But from a hotel, we would have missed the talk and laughter until 2 a.m.
We would not have been able to stumble from our room for early morning snuggles with the MajorDanes.
We would have missed spontaneous outbursts of tug-o-war.
We would have been terribly overdressed for breakfast at Hell’s Kitchen.
No one would have been able to warn us about the teeter-totter crossing.
So in the end, the loving embrace and hospitality of friends won us over, and gave us new reasons to appreciate the joy of the MajorDanes family.