Keith and I went to Meet the Parents in Kentucky *after* we were married, so there wasn't much any of us could do about it. We left Southern California right after final exams in early June. June in CA is cool and dry. We got off of the plane in Nashville, where the heat and humidity slam you in the face and make you feel as if it is hard to catch a breath.
When we were driving to Kentucky, his parents sat in the front seat, Keith & I in the back. His Dad was a chain smoker, so there was always a cigarette in his mouth. He had such a thick accent, that it was difficult to understand him. Since he HAD to keep his cigarette in his mouth, I couldn't understand a word! So he would say somethhing, and I would look at Keith and he would translate. I'm glad that we spoke the same language, because sometimes I could pick up what he was saying, but not often. :-)