Italian By Osmosis?

Okay, this is short, but I just think it’s funny. Just to clarify, Dave is Czech. As in both his parents are Czech, he is fully Czech. I am half Italian on my mother’s side and half English/Scottish and my Dad’s side (I think – Dad you can clarify if I have that wrong). I associate myself as being Italian because I have spent all of my life surrounded by the Italian side of my family, while I spent little time with the other side.

So, the other night Dave says “Oh I forgot to tell you…” He had received an invitation from the Italian Cultural Centre for some sort of wine and cheese or social thing celebrating their newly renovated banquet hall. Um, pardon me? Why is Dave getting an invitation to the Italian Cultural Centre? Okay, firstly, I am the Italian one in this house. I didn’t get an invitation. And secondly, Dave has never even been to the Italian Cultural Centre. In fact, Dave didn’t even know where the Italian Cultural Centre was until a couple months ago when we were talking about Dario’s restaurant (located there).

Now granted, Dave and my family have fully embraced each other. I mean Dave took to my family like a kid in a candy store. And my family took to him just the same. Dave loves being with my family and loves all of our family gatherings. He loves the Italian cooking, the Italian hospitality and of course, all that love that emanates from everyone in my family. Perhaps he is becoming Italian by osmosis?

Still, why the hell is he, the non-Italian, getting an invitation to an event at the Italian Cultural Centre while I, the true Italian (well, at least half) am not? I think this is funny and I get over myself and then we laugh hysterically at the irony of it.