Happy Friday, Happy June. Later this month I'm going to be driving crosscountry with my mother, my father, and my best friend from high school, Web. I'm reminded of a Jim Gaffigan comedy routine, where two sets of friends are about to meet at a social gathering. Jim talks about the delicacy of mixing our social networks: "They don't know I drink. . . . Oh, and don't be freaked out if I speak with a British accent."
I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out if there's anything Web knows that my parents don't, and vice versa. But it should be a lot of fun. Any advice?