My Parents, A Frat Party and Me
July 5, 2009 in Personal
That sounds like an unusual title, doesn’t it? Yes, it does. However, all three axes came together beautifully on Independence Day.
I went my folk’s house today with an earnest need for lucre. My Dad wanted corn on the cob, and I wanted to die. Toss up! We decided on going to a marina that was seemingly innocent.
Because my mother is the sort to say these things, I heard “whatever you want to do, honey, is what we’ll do.” My Dad wants so few things in life, and because I thought myself not deserving of being able to choose, it played heavily on my mind.
Once my Mom thought I wanted to go to the marina (when I just wanted to go home and watch my boyfriend, Roger Federer) we went to the marina. Keep in mind, it’s been raining all day.
We get there, with me driving, already panicky. Once there, I realize that I had forgotten the steep slope of the driveway and gangplank. With umbrellas, we traversed the downward sloping driveway. I had no idea how the other half of the journey would go.
We got inside, and I realized this would at least be anecdote material. Drunken boaters, their soul-mates, and others listening to heavy metal. Then, it became hip-hop. All my Dad wanted was corn on the cob, and I was treating him to this.
All the while, a drunken 7/4 baby is getting drunk and is spot on in dressing like a hooker.
We go through the meal – they were good sports.
I have not apologized like that for a while.
As I helped my parents up the driveway (my Mom – asthmatic – and my Dad suffering other pulmonary maladies) all I wanted was corn on the cob.