Luau

It was raining. I was enjoying listening to the rain on the roof & it’s stopped & I’m disappointed that it stopped.

It was an amusing day. I went to the birthday party of a 16 year old. So I woke up this morning, bribed the children into behaving while we gathered gifties. Yes. I went into Hot Topic today for a gift card. I’m not entirely sure, but it’s possible that the young, well inked boy behind the counter heard me say, not as under my breath as I had intended, “Jesus, I’m old.” He was very nice though. In another day & age, he’d probably be a boy scout helping granny (me) across the street. Heh. On the way out I saw a sweet pair of shoes & M1 paused and agreed with me and then grabbed my sleeve & said really loudly, “Come on, MOM — we’re not here to shop for YOU!” Of course she said that when we walked past the shoe display at Macy’s as well. Heh.

Once we were done with that, and had quickly wrapped presents, stuffed the Ms with peanut butter & honey sandwiches, we were off to the birthday party. I’m so glad I’m not 16 anymore, but they were having a good time. What an awkward age it is! Especially somehow the boys. Maybe particularly the boys. I noted to the 16 year old’s dad that one of the boys was wearing the Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon shirt (this after having related my ‘Jesus, I’m old’ moment) & that heh, weren’t there boys that wore the same shirt when we were that age? He laughed & said, “yeah, and they were classic *then*… they’re so clueless…” (I do believe he was implying we were pretty clueless at that age as well. And he’d be correct). All in all, it was pretty entertaining to watch. So glad I’m not that age anymore, but I’m all for kids having unabashed, gleeful fun & that’s what was going on. One kid there could sure sing. He was in full swing, singing along completely unself-consciously with the Beach Boys switching effortlessly between melody & some pretty damn complex harmonies, some of which were completely improvised over the top of everything else, like he was the devil spawn of Brian Wilson himself. And he sang along with Blondie & Barry Manilow too — it was hilarious.

Also? It was a luau. Yes. Pig on a spit. The whole blessed thing. They even did the apple in its mouth. Best. Piggy. Evar. All this was a nice change of pace. I wasn’t feeling extraordinarily social (I am exhausted from work right now), but it was very entertaining to sit at the edges & watch the kids. 16 year old’s mama & I were friends at 16.

Ok. I pet TimTheCat earlier & seem to have touched my eyes & now they itch ridiculously. And tired. Clearly time to go wash my face, put eye drops in, & go to beeeeeddddddd!