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Pagan
12-28-2005, 08:25 AM
Got this in an email this morning and almost peed my pants! If you're Italian, you'll appreciate it more. :lol:

Enjoy...

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I thought it would be a nice idea to bring a date to my parents' house on Christmas Eve.

I thought it would be interesting for a non-Italian girl to see how an Italian family spends the holidays.

I thought my mother and my date would hit it off like partridges and pear trees.....I was wrong!

I had only known Karen for three weeks when I extended the invitation.

"I know these family things can be a little weird," I told her, "but my folks are great, and we always have a lot of fun on Christmas Eve."

"Sounds fine to me," Karen said.

I told my mother I'd be bringing Karen with me.

"She's a very nice girl and she's really looking forward to meeting all of you."

"Sounds fine to me," my mother said.

And that was that.

Two telephone calls. Two sounds-fine-to-me.

What more could I want?

I should point out, I suppose, that in Italian households, Christmas Eve is the social event of the season, an Italian woman's very reason for living. She cleans. She cooks. She bakes. She orchestrates every minute of the entire evening. Christmas Eve is what Italian women live for.

I should also point out, I suppose, that when it comes to the kind of women that make Italian men go nuts, Karen is it. She doesn't clean. She doesn't cook. She doesn't bake. And she has the largest breasts I have ever seen on a human being.

I brought her anyway.

7 p.m. - We arrive.

Karen and I walk in and putter around for half an hour waiting for the other guests to show up.

During that half hour, my mother grills Karen like cheeseburger on the barbecue determines that Karen does not clean, cook, or bake.

My father is equally observant.

He pulls me into the living room and notes, "She has the largest breasts I have ever seen on a human being."

7:30 p.m. - Others arrive.

My Zio Giovanni walks in with my Zia Maria, assorted kids, assorted gifts.

We sit around the dining room table for antipasto, a symmetrically composed platter of lettuce, roasted peppers, black olives, anchovies and cheese....no meat of course.

When I offer to make Karen's plate she says, "No Thank you." She points to the anchovies with a look of disgust.

"You don't like anchovies?" I ask.

"I don't like fish, Karen announces to one and all as 67 other varieties of seafood are baking, broiling and simmering in the next room.

My mother makes the sign of the cross.

Things are getting uncomfortable.

Zia Maria asks Karen what her family eats on Christmas Eve.

Karen says, "Knockwurst."

My father, who is still staring in a daze at Karen's chest, temporarily snaps out of it to murmur, "Knockers?"

My mother kicks him so hard he gets a blood clot.

None of this is turning out the way I'd hoped.

8:00 p.m. - Second course.

The spaghetti and crab sauce is on the way to the table.

Karen declines the crab sauce and says she'll make her own with butter and ketchup.

My mother asks me to join her in the kitchen.

I take my "Merry Christmas" napkin from my lap, place it on the "Merry Christmas" tablecloth and walk into the kitchen.

"I don't want to start any trouble," my mother says calmly, clutching a bottle of ketchup in her hands. "But if she pours this on my pasta, I'm going to throw acid in her face."

"Come on," I tell her, "it's Christmas. Let her eat what she wants."

My mother considers the situation, then nods.

As I turn to walk back into the dining room, she grabs my shoulder. "Tell me the truth," she says, "are you serious with this tramp?"

"She's not a tramp," I reply. "And I've only known her for three weeks." "Well, it's your life," she tells me, "but if you marry her, she'll poison you."

8:30 p.m. - More fish.

My stomach is knotted like one of those macrame plant hangers that are always three times larger than the plants they hold.

All the women get up to clear away the spaghetti dishes, except for Karen, who, instead, lights cigarette.

"Why don't you give them a little hand?" I politely suggest. Karen makes a face and walks into the kitchen carrying three forks. "Dear, you don't have to do that," my mother tells her, smiling painfully. "Oh, okay," Karen says, putting the forks on the sink.

As she reenters the dining room, a wine glass flies over her head, and smashes against the wall. From the kitchen, my mother says, "Whoops."

More fish comes out. After some goading, Karen tries a piece of scungilli, which she describes as "slimy, like worms." My mother winces, bites her hand and pounds her chest like one of those old women you always see in the sixth row of a funeral home.

Zia Maria does the same. Karen, believing that this is something that all Italian women do on Christmas Eve, bites her hand and pounds her chest. My Zio Giovanni doesn't know what to make of it. My father's dentures fall out and chew a six-inch gash in the tablecloth.

10:00 p.m. - Coffee, dessert.

Espresso all around. A little anisette. A curl of lemon peel. When Karen asks for milk, my mother finally slaps her in the face with a cannoli. I guess it had to happen sooner or later.

Karen, believing that this is something that all Italian women do on Christmas Eve, picks up a cannoli and slaps my mother with it.

"This is fun," Karen says.

Time passes and believe it or not, everyone is laughing and smiling and filled with good cheer -- even my mother, who grabs me by the shoulder, laughs and says,

"Get this ***** out of my house."

Sounds fine to me.

THE END

Buddwalk
12-28-2005, 08:46 AM
:lol: :lol: :lol:

Good Stuff Pagan

FinsAreLife
12-28-2005, 09:18 AM
:chuckle: the italian christmas sounds just like my house

Talos
12-28-2005, 09:34 AM
I actually spend every Christmas Eve with my Fiancees italian family , and could see all of that happening.

WharfRat
12-28-2005, 12:01 PM
:sidelol:

Prime
12-28-2005, 12:04 PM
That was great. :lol:

wpgfishfan
12-28-2005, 02:48 PM
That sounds about right but most Italian guys would make sure they are serious about a non-European girl before they would invite her over

HansMojo
12-28-2005, 03:21 PM
:rofl3: That reminded me of that movie, "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." To me, Culture clash comedy is the greatest.

SuavePhin
12-28-2005, 04:21 PM
Espresso all around. A little anisette. A curl of lemon peel. When Karen asks for milk, my mother finally slaps her in the face with a cannoli. I guess it had to happen sooner or later.

Karen, believing that this is something that all Italian women do on Christmas Eve, picks up a cannoli and slaps my mother with it.

"This is fun," Karen says.


:lol: :lol: :lol: being Half Italian i can see this happening

NaboCane
12-28-2005, 04:24 PM
:sidelol:

Miamian
12-28-2005, 04:54 PM
:rofl3: That reminded me of that movie, "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." To me, Culture clash comedy is the greatest.
I guess you get into poi-fights? ;)

1crazy_finfan
12-28-2005, 05:41 PM
Being half Italian, this is normal to me, LOL...:lol:

darkmistress
12-28-2005, 06:08 PM
:lol: But I agree with the mother, she wasn't a very polite guest... I would have thrown a wine glass at ther head too but I wouldn't have missed ;)

Clark Kent
12-28-2005, 08:33 PM
That sounds about right but most Italian guys would make sure they are serious about a non-European girl before they would invite her overWalking down the street with a girl in Italy isn't exceptable unless you're engaged.

Italian women are crazy... My mom is a whacko.

wpgfishfan
12-28-2005, 09:08 PM
How many of us have Italian in us. It seems we can have a big support group going on when the Olympics are back in Italy

Mor you can leave this joke alone

SuavePhin
12-28-2005, 09:23 PM
How many of us have Italian in us. It seems we can have a big support group going on when the Olympics are back in Italy

Mor you can leave this joke alone


Half Italian baby, im from the bloodlines of Leonardo Da Vinci (just dont ask me to draw a straight line) :foundout:

FIN-IN-RI
12-28-2005, 09:44 PM
lol.. I would never bring a girl home like that.. NEVER!

Pagan
12-28-2005, 11:00 PM
Nice to see there's alot of paisans at Finheaven! :up: :lol:

Kobe
12-28-2005, 11:09 PM
Im a quarter Italian, does that count?

wpgfishfan
12-29-2005, 12:14 AM
Im a quarter Italian, does that count?

As long as you cheer for us in the World Cup it counts

Miamian
12-29-2005, 02:31 PM
BTW, Israelis are like this too. (http://www.finheaven.com/boardvb2/showthread.php?t=31668&highlight=italians)