"The Wedding"

So about 6 weeks ago, Bobby and I heard his friend Rachel was planning to get married. She is freshly 20 and has only been with the guy for 4 months, so of course there were critics (us included) at the wedding, especially when the wedding started 30 minutes late!! Everyone's faces were hysterical, including mine. But before all of this worry about who left who at the altar, I could not stopping aweing at how gorgeous everything was! Rachel's family was known to have some bank, but planning a wedding in 1 MONTH that turned out like that, really surprised us all. I guess it's amazing what money can get you. Anyway, as I am picking out certain things that I like, Bobby parents show up to sit next to us. I knew ahead of time they were going so assumed we'd sit together, but I also dreaded it! I knew they would be thinking that I would get wedding fever and trick Bobby somehow to popping the question. Apparently his Dad had no problem voicing it, because he looked at Bobby and said "Don't get any ideas." I could have slapped the bastard across his face. Why not get any ideas? What's so wrong with being in love and realizing you could spend forever with someone?? I've always known their mindsets are different from mine and Bobby's, but that just started me off thinking what an asshole. I know they think I'm some hussy who has stolen away their baby, but they have to let go. Anyway, I was grinding my teeth so hard I forgot that the bride and groom still hadn't shown up, but finally they did, and the ceremony was great. Rachel looked pretty and she seemed so happy, which quelled all of our doubts leading up to that day. Anyway, while waiting for the wedding party to take all of their photos, we all crowded into a foyer and snacked on sushi. Everyone was wondering the same thing: We get a full-course meal right? (which we did) But standing around snacking on sushi and joining at the bar was nice, except when Bobby and I noticed other underage kids drinking. Some of them were younger than us, so I figured I'd give it a shot to ask. I was completely denied when she asked for my id and I did not want to present it, so we gave up. I complained to Bobby's mom, that all I wanted was a glass of wine. Now, it's very rare for me to want to do or say things like this in front of his parents because they are definitely on the coservative side of things and there is no gray, only black and white to them. Anyway, Bobby tried again right before we went into the dining hall to eat, and actually was able to get both of us a drink, me a glass of wine, and him a beer. His dad made this incredibly distressed face like he was about to have a coronary, when he stated "You're not 21!" - like maybe Bobby had forgotten. Bobby said, "Well, they let me have it." And shrugged it off. Then he got all concerned about who was going to drive us home if we both were drinking and I decided to make a little joke to lighten the mood: "He's a lightweight, so I will drive." He didn't think it was funny and that was the last time we spoke to him, and he spoke to us, all evening.
Anyway, things got worse on our second beer, at least 45 minutes after the first, when a hotel manager came up and asked Bobby for his ID. He said a lot of people were drinking underage and they were not allowed. Bobby then told the guy he was here with his parents, who never once spoke up and said "Yes, he's with us, so it's not a big deal." They both sat there with faces like "I told you so" and "You got what you deserved" While Bobby was being humiliated by this guy. Luckily the guy gave him a mini lecture saying he would allow it because his parents were here. I was not only mortified, but royally ticked off that from that moment on, his dad would shoot me glares across the table. Bobby was feeling his wrath too, and was so uncomfortable, we decided to leave.
I finally feel comfortable around them to be myself, and not only do we get busted, but we also get a response to how they feel about me being me, which is you dumb little girl, at least that's what was written all over his father's face.
I am still very upset over the whole ordeal, but there isn't a whole lot that I can do, except not care how they feel, which is easier said than done. I'd love to say, you know what I do what I wanna do, and you can like me or fight me, but I care for Bobby and his comfort levels too much. I would never wanna draw a bridge between him and his family, even though, even he was upset with them last night. He said later on as we were laying on our bed feeling sorry for ourselves and the night we had: "I'm going to punish them by not seeing them for a while. Let's move to Singapore and never visit." A devilish smile appeared on our faces...