On Saturday, we went out to dinner with Aja’s family. This was the first meeting between my parents and Aja’s parents, and I was nervous. Mainly because I was afraid they’d compare the vague details of the WorldTour(TM) they’ve each gotten from me or Aja, separately, and come up with a big picture far too close for comfort to the real thing (which I feel we’ve been careful to avoid explaining too clearly on both sides). What they don’t know can’t hurt them. If that makes any sense.

But in any case, my fears were unfounded because the dinner went very well. We went to Levante’s, a Turkish restaurant in Dupont Circle. The food was good, the company was good, and our parents got along splendedly. Our dads even went so far as combining their respective passions and planned a future Uighur/film project, which is cool so long as they don’t drag us into it.

As far as the 2ish year thing goes, it sounds like our parents think that we think we’re gonna be gone for an extended amount of time, but that we’re wrong-oh-so-wrong and that we’ll come back homesick and broke, and with our tails firmly tucked between our legs, within half a year.

Well, they can think whatever makes them happy, because we all know that of course the whole tour will be a huge success and it’ll be years and years before we’ll want to come back. Of course.

In other news, my mom finally got confirmation on the tickets. We’re leaving on the 22nd of January, which leaves us with just over 2 months left in the States. (Check out the handy-dandy counter I just installed for a more accurate countdown.)

This thing is becoming more and more real everyday. Crazy.