there were planes to catch, and bills to pay

by mg at 08:07 PM on August 17, 2002

I had dinner with my Mom last night.

She called up at about 8:30, and fine yes I was home, alone on a Friday night, thanks for pointing it out. I’m not too cool to admit it. But, seriously, even though it’s okay, I need to preface the rest of the story by saying I had just gotten home. I’d spent the early evening at the birthday party of a work bud, and drank four beers and a shot of Jack in about two hours.

I realized when I got up to the bar that last time, looked in my wallet and found nothing but a couple of ATM receipts and my lucky thousand lire note, that I had dropped a lot of cash this week. If I kept drinking at that pace, I knew I’d be dropping a lot more cash before the night was through. So, I packed it up and when home.

When my mom called me and asked me if I wanted to have dinner, I was still sloshed enough to agree to just about anything. It’s a lucky thing that first call was from my mom, and not Verizon, asking me to switch long distance service, because I get such a sweet deal from Sprint. Yay Sprint!

My mother’s invitation was actually to go have dinner with my moms, Aunt and Uncle. I can’t recall when the last time I spent an evening with my Moms, Aunt and Uncle without my cousins being there. The last time must have been around twenty-two years ago, right before the first one of the little brats was born and stole the attention that had previously been showered on me and me alone for the past four years. But, hey, I’m over that now.

The thought of having dinner, alone, with the older generation, made me feel like I’d finally arrived. Let me tell ya, this is one fella who won’t be sitting at the kiddie table come this Thanksgiving! Forget pubic hair, getting my driver’s license, or having paid my own way for the past eight years, today I am finally a man.

In a tizzy of maturity, I turned off Sabrina the Teenage Witch and bounced over there.