I live in South Jersey now...grew up in philly.
My poor husband had to get acclimated to my family. He was raised differently than I was and we met at college. He was used to the mid-west way of things.
In two weeks, we will be meeting our oldest daughter’s boyfriend’s parents...a year and half going out...they live 2 blocks from us and they are Italian descent (his college grad party). She’s worrying about this meeting. I think she’s worring about me and his mom meeting ;)It will be fine.
I’m looking forward to it. He’s a great guy. I like him. I bet his mom is the reason he’s so nice.
My wife’s brother married a New Jersey Italian girl. Now talk about WEDDINGS!?
Heck - even going over to their house for dinner is an event. They brought out the spaghetti and I figured - “Oh, I love spaghetti”, filled up my plate and had my dinner. Little did I know it was just the first course of many, and I didn’t have much room left over for the two kinds of meat, numerous vegetable dishes, more types of pasta, etc.
Super nice family, but too over the top for me in EVERYTHING they did.