Why Yes, I AM 13 Again…
My mother, brother, and stepdad just returned from New York. My brother is in the Varsity Choir at school and they sang at Carnegie Hall!! (insert copious amounts of sisterly pride) Here he is:

I have no idea who the cougar is, but she has excellent taste, doesn’t she?
(corrected before my mother kills me, this is not a cougar but a lovely woman that my brother really respects and adores, she does something important with the choir… but I’m not sure what)
I dropped them off last week at the high school parking lot so they could board buses down to LAX.
When they returned to LAX my mother called me to let me know they were leaving LAX. Then she called when they reached Magic Mountain, then again at the base of the Grapevine and once they got into town, then when they were 5 minutes away from the school.
Not anticipating the rush of Memorial Day traffic back IN to town as well as the traffic on route to the school, I didn’t exactly RUSH to the car. That’s not true, necessarily, I got up when she called and I immediately started the search for my key to the ignition. When I didn’t find it, I borrowed Mike’s.
ED accompanied me. Typically, when my mother sees ED she gives her a huge hug, not so much this time. Forcing Asking ED to come along was just an instinct, but when I saw my mother, stepdad, and GJ standing on the sidewalk with their luggage, I knew that the instinct meant I needed a buffer. :twisted:
*Note to self, this is another one of those posts I am going to have to apologize for next Mother’s Day.
The conversation went like this (one must imagine my mother’s voice in low, exhausted, irritated, monotone):
ED: Was the flight very crowded?
Mom: The plane was full… with 110 teenagers on it.
Me: Did you have a layover?
Mom: In Denver.
ED: Denver has a really nice airport.
Mom: Not with 110 teenagers in it.
Me: ED could you grab those keys in the glove compartment.
*at this point I was trying to stifle the worst attack of the giggles that I have had in years.*
*ED shuffling around looking for keys and is obviously thrilled to have something to do so she doesn’t have to continue attempting to make polite conversation*
Mom: (to my stepdad as if I am not in the car at all) Oh my god, she forgot the keys. I reminded her to bring the keys and she forgot them.
(that last part, imagine my mom sounding very much like a pissed off Emily Gilmore from Gilmore Girls)
ED found the keys and I passed them back to my stepdad. I think my mom rolled her eyes, but it was dark.
We arrived at my mother’s house, I attempted to help them with their luggage, ED asked if they needed help - they declined and seemed more than a bit disgusted with us. The problem is that it was 9:30 at night, they had been traveling across time zones and what-not and were obviously jet lagged. My problem is that I had to wait until after I picked them up to start drinking.
ED and I got back into the car and left.
ED: Wow, your mama is PISSED.
Me: Oh, you noticed?
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May 31st, 2007
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Tip your glass for a finale farewell to Sinatra. He’s gone to that big hamster wheel in the sky. He had a good run, was well loved, and well cared for. He will be missed.


