Dinner with Friends

So I went to dinner last night at a friend's house. A family in my church invited me over to get re-aquainted and to chill. I sat there thinking I had never met a more crazy family, in a good way. It basically showed me the difference between my family and probably any other family in freakin' America.
This family was not afraid to be itself in the presence of company. They didn't put up a front, they teased each other freely (perhaps even a bit mercilessly). After a minute, I was even offered wine, after they figured out it was legal. At this point, I'm kicking back and thinking, "Hey, this is alright!"
I became one of them, when I bit into the fluffiest mashed potatoes and looked up at the wife. "I love you," I said. Out of nowhere. Everyone took it in stride and pretty much welcomed me into the fold.
I can't say they were exactly crazy. They weren't my kind of crazy, and I wasn't in my element most of the night, so I didn't act crazy one bit.
My house is boring. We never have anyone over, it's rare when my mom does housework. Even worse, she never cooks. It was a refreshing breath of air to see a family who can have fun with each other and even include an outsider guest in their home into their family. I almost want to live there.

Wah.