How My Dad met My Mother

Our story begins at the dinner table...

*Parents arguing*

Me: *exasperated* How did you two meet?

Both: At a Chinese restaurant.

Me: .... that's it?

Dad: It was amazing, she said absolutely nothing at all for an hour!

Mom: He came in a white shirt and black pants, I thought he was either a waiter or fresh off the boat.

Dad: Hey, at the end.. I got her number.

Me: Awesome, good job Dad.

Mom: On our 2nd date, we went to the CNE. He wore these orange shorts and pants. It was ridiculous.

They were both quite adamant about telling their version of the story. It was one of those moments that I can only describe as....LEGENDARY.

There were other moments:
My dad apparently went to see her everyday for the first six months.
My Uncle (Kevin's dad) DROVE from OTTAWA every weekend to visit my auntie. That is mad props.
My mom tells her co-workers to meet people in Chinese restaurants.
My dad almost did not go through with it! They were set up by parents, and my mom was in a fierce argument with the auntie who was setting them up. Thank God, it worked out. :P