Why Yes, I AM 13 Again…
Posted By AmyD. on May 31, 2007
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. 
*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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Oooooh – you’re gonna be in TROUBLE.
Miss B Hey – at least it made for good blog fodder, right? Uh… right?
I was imagining Emily Gilmore, too.
I wouldn’t be surprised if you hear the same thing I hear when I get “in trouble,”
“You know, you’re not so big and so old that I can’t turn you over my knee and paddle your behind.”
She reads like a nice lady on her blog. I dunno. I don’t trust anybody under 40 so…
Oh shit, I gotta get new glasses. I thought it said,”I saw my mother, stepdad, and OJ standing on the sidewalk”.
I’m thinkin’ WTF is her mom doing with OJ Simpson? Run, woman, run!
LOL
Congrats to your brother! Carnegie Hall! Wow!
You honestly DID NOT make a POST of this! Let’s get the facts straight here, shall we dear, it was after 10:00 and as you were totally aware we had been on a Cruise Ship, after Carnegie Hall until 2:30 A.M. Then we caught the flight home for which we were up at 6:00 A.M. Let’s not mention the fact that I was a chaperone, which means I am Stupid and Exhausted. Thus, the reason for the phone calls on the way home because I KNEW you would be LATE! All the while by your tone, I knew you were hitting something..booze, pills, something..
Yes, by the time you arrived, all 3 buses were gone and all 110 teenagers, oh yes 109 your brother was waiting on the sidewalk with us and the luggage.
Giggles:?: You have got to be kidding:!:
RW: You would be absolutely correct, I am quite a nice lady and now I don’t trust anyone under hmmm..32.
Have a lovely day dear:wink:
Avi And you’d be correct… she even sounds like her in writing if you saw my mother’s comment.
Tense She’s not quite that delusional… yet.
RW She does read like a nice lady… see, blogs aren’t always accurate.
Marti LOL!!!
Mom I’m less than 5 minutes from the school mother… that’s silly.
And, NO, my tone was due to the fact that I was relaxed and having a good time (and wow, I can completely see why you wouldn’t recognize that, or might mistake it for something chemically induced 
) I hadn’t had anything to drink and I don’t take pills… that was SOOOOO not nice. I have never driven under the influence – ever. And yes, the buses were gone (guaranteed the drivers wanted to get the hell away from the chaperones probably more than the teenagers as quickly as possible) but there were still people in the parking lot. 
Love you too, Mommy!!
Funny, dear, you kept saying, ” Mother, I am only 3 minutes away.” People in the parking Lot?!
RW: Don’t listen to her, I only admit to giving birth to her.
Mom There were cars and people in the parking lot, I saw them before I saw you!
Thank you for the advice to not let anyone in my family read my blog (snicker)