Nobody stole my pen, either
For the first time ever, I spent the entire night at the bar, right up until after last call, and I remember every single second of it.
Mom: So you had fun?
Missy: Yeah. T's mom kept saying I must be really out of it and drunk, but I was like, no, I'm just sleepy. I only had seven beers, and I drank a glass of water for every beer. Wait. Saying "only had seven beers" sounds bad. But we were at the bar for almost eight hours.
Mom: Which sounds even worse.
What this means is that I was pretty much sober when I sang with Terri's cousins, and really sober when I sang with Aunt Bonnie, T's mom, and T herself. ("Delta Dawn" is a good karaoke song, by the way.) And I was EXTREMELY sober when my favorite of all of Terri's numerous cousins made us dance. Literally pulled me out of my chair.
I don't say "favorite" lightly. I love this kid. I mean that in a very platonic way, although if God wasn't such a bastard (or should that be Bastard?), I could also mean it in a romantic way. Well, what would be a very sugar-mama, creepily romantic way. The kid is nineteen. I am thirty-two. Although he did tell me that he thought I only looked twenty-six, tops, and then gave me a hug.
More problematic than the age difference is that Brent is 100%, no doubt about it, we all knew it from the time he was a kid (and yeah, I've known him since he was in single digits, so now you know IT WOULD BE SO CREEPY OF ME) gay. I think the only people who were surprised were his parents. The rest of the family kinda just went, "Oh, well, yeah. We knew that. What's for dinner?"
Toward the end of the night, one of T's cousins (the one who was running the karaoke) played "Happy Birthday" and the waitress brought Terrs a strawberry shortcake with a birthday candle because, and I swear I am not making this up, Deb had a birthday candle with her in her purse. Someday, I will have a whole bar sing to me on my birthday. Someday...
Then Terrs, Brent, and I ate the strawberry shortcake and I finished the night by punching Brent every time he shook his ass in my face. "Now you're just being mean! Go away with that! That's just cruel!"
I suppose there's a slim chance he thought I kept saying "cool" but knowing Brent, I think he heard exactly what I said. All four times.
Mom: So you had fun?
Missy: Yeah. T's mom kept saying I must be really out of it and drunk, but I was like, no, I'm just sleepy. I only had seven beers, and I drank a glass of water for every beer. Wait. Saying "only had seven beers" sounds bad. But we were at the bar for almost eight hours.
Mom: Which sounds even worse.
What this means is that I was pretty much sober when I sang with Terri's cousins, and really sober when I sang with Aunt Bonnie, T's mom, and T herself. ("Delta Dawn" is a good karaoke song, by the way.) And I was EXTREMELY sober when my favorite of all of Terri's numerous cousins made us dance. Literally pulled me out of my chair.
I don't say "favorite" lightly. I love this kid. I mean that in a very platonic way, although if God wasn't such a bastard (or should that be Bastard?), I could also mean it in a romantic way. Well, what would be a very sugar-mama, creepily romantic way. The kid is nineteen. I am thirty-two. Although he did tell me that he thought I only looked twenty-six, tops, and then gave me a hug.
More problematic than the age difference is that Brent is 100%, no doubt about it, we all knew it from the time he was a kid (and yeah, I've known him since he was in single digits, so now you know IT WOULD BE SO CREEPY OF ME) gay. I think the only people who were surprised were his parents. The rest of the family kinda just went, "Oh, well, yeah. We knew that. What's for dinner?"
Toward the end of the night, one of T's cousins (the one who was running the karaoke) played "Happy Birthday" and the waitress brought Terrs a strawberry shortcake with a birthday candle because, and I swear I am not making this up, Deb had a birthday candle with her in her purse. Someday, I will have a whole bar sing to me on my birthday. Someday...
Then Terrs, Brent, and I ate the strawberry shortcake and I finished the night by punching Brent every time he shook his ass in my face. "Now you're just being mean! Go away with that! That's just cruel!"
I suppose there's a slim chance he thought I kept saying "cool" but knowing Brent, I think he heard exactly what I said. All four times.