this is why i don't introduce my family to anyone i date:

talking to my dad yesterday morning i mention the Librarian may visit in august, which could prevent a visit to los angeles.
dad says, "bring him to LA!"
i say, "while you're in new york??"
he says, "no, while i'm there!"

my family home is not large. think cute little bungalow. little. extrememly little.

"uh, that's weird. no way." i say.
then, clearly suffering from mild dementia, dad launches into a fantasy he has of marrying me and the Librarian over breakfast - he calls it the Pancake Wedding. and then we can honeymoon there! at the little house in south central! in my dad's house! euww!