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My Big Fat Greek Wedding 

I’m watching it, and it literally is the closest thing to what my life was like before my second year of college. 

I would work at the family’s Mexican restaurant and I was frump girl, opening the restaurant with my uncle and serving coffee to different people. 

Occasionally, because of how frumpy I was, my dad or mom would have a talk that went something like this:


This happened frequently. Then when I was going off to college, I felt like this would be my dad’s mental response to whenever I talked about college:


I then went off to college and I was no longer working at the restaurant. Within the second week of dating him, this happened:


And that weekend I had to bring him home. This literally was the reaction:


Like everyone in the family wanted to meet him since I hadn’t had an “official” boyfriend in like ever…so yeah…my family is loud like LOUD like if we went to a public place, you could find us due to our loudness. Every time we all get together, all we do is eat. That’s fine though.

I dig them and I love them so much, and I wouldn’t trade them for any other family in the world because of how close we all are. 

Though on my wedding day, I desperately hope I do not have to have this talk with my mother and everyone else:

To which my reply will be the same as Toula’s:

Anyway, I love this movie. That’s all I have to say.