When I was taking a Poli-Sci course in "The Frigid Bitch" at UA an met a girl I dated for a couple of years. I went to a Christmas Eve party at her parents house. Now, I've got beer, liquor, egg nog, etc. in the cooler...T-town to B-ham. (I wasn't driving, I was drinking, etc.) Marlo, who was the president of the LB community at UA at the time (Lesbian/Bi, there weren't others) drove.
So, we arrive..I find out they don't drink. Dated her for almost a year...didn't know that. They had a view on lesbians and bi-sexuals. I'll leave that, at that.
I was still in a bit of the "Grateful Dead" phase at the time. Clothing, not so much the band: been there, done that. So, I'm wearing "Dead" apparel, shorts, sandals, and it's about 40 outside...showing up with food, and ...well. Marlo.
I laughed until I cried that night...outside.
Conclusion, and declaratory statement.
"Don't take a date to a holiday meal. Don't go with a date to a holiday meal."