Part of my bad day last Friday had to do with a few poor choices 17 year old Son had made. That evening I was car pooling to book club with a friend and neighbor. She has a son the same age as mine; our boys went to elementary school together. When I told her about my stress, she proceeded to tell me how her boys (she also has a 19 year old) had been stressing her out too. She went on an eight day vacation to the Mainland this summer, leaving her two boys to care for the house, and they got in a fight. A cupboard was broken and an entire wall had ants on it from one son throwing a full fountain root beer at the other’s head. The boys had also fought over who should clean it up. The dried on root beer and ant fiesta was waiting for her when she got home.I am a horrible person because this story actually cheered me up and I laughed until tears were rolling down my face.
First day of school last week I had a boy come to class 30 minutes late because he went to the wrong lunch. He was wearing a T-shirt that had a very realistic, life-size picture of the back of a gangsta with a red gang scarf tied around his head and both arms up giving middle finger. MOB in graffiti style letters crossed the middle of his chest. And in case we did not get it, underneath it said
Money
Over
Bitches
Someone forgot to tell the kid the old saying, “You never get a second chance to make a first impression.”
Saturday night my husband took me on a lovely date. A fundraiser that wasn’t cheap, but he felt obliged to buy tickets from his very good friend. For $65 each, we were able to hit a wine bar, then go from food booth to food booth and get little mini plates from Oahu’s top restaurants.
While eating, we sat at tables outdoors draped in white tablecloths and under big white tents. Jazz music was playing. It was delightful and I made sure I tried every single booth’s offerings.
We were on our way home at 9:30 and all I could l think was how full I was and how much I was looking forward to PJ’s and wallowing in my fancy food induced bliss.
Hubs begged me to stop at a club that was having a concert with two cover bands. Buddhist Priest and Fan Halen. Apparently Van Halen was not only one of his favorite bands in his younger days, he had also seen the original band in concert and the memory is a dear one.
Despite my disinclination, he wanted to go so much I gave in and we finished lovely date night with a surreal trip into the 80’s, surrounded by aging rockers. Hubs was very excited that the crowd looked “our age” and not the usual 20-somethings that frequent this venue. However, not all of our contemporaries were representing as well as I would have liked.
Ass grabbing...
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