Thursday, May 09, 2013
We didn't get home until 11pm last night.
My Brother drove me up there so he could take back all my son's stuff in his suburban. Then he had to go back to work.
So my son and I went to lunch. I didn't have breakfast so I had a Quiznos sandwich. Small.
My son had things to do for the art show so I decided to walk to this bookstore called Hastings which was closing on the 16th. It was only a mile away and I jog a mile every morning. No problem.
It was a nice walk and I was really looking forward to going to the store because 1 - It is a GREAT store 2 - the Huntsville location was having a going out of business sale which meant really great deals.
I got there and I guess their deals were so great that they were able to close early.
So I called my son and said, 'What now?'
I walked back to where my son was which was a little over a mile and then we went and sat in a little student cafe. He bought me a shake. 600 calories.
By that time I was like .... whatever.
I talked to my son about working on the website(s). He seems interested and the lady I contacted also seems interested. So that's a good thing.
My son has a tendency towards scraggliness and is kind of sloppy in his living space too. Which always appalls my brother.
On this trip I found out that the child (man) no longer owns a brush/comb/whatever.
I said, 'How can you not be combing your hair everyday?"
He says to me. "I don't understand what the purpose of it is. You brush your teeth to get germs off .... why comb your hair .... "
"You comb you hair to stimulate your scalp, to look neat and tidy, to prevent dandruff, and to keep your hair healthy."
My college student acted like this was brand new information for him, nodded his head, and said that he might have a comb in his future.
I made a hair appointment for him while he was getting his room inspected but he squeezed out of it by saying he had things to do. I really didn't think this was entirely accurate ... but since I was able to elicit a promise for him to do it today, I said okay.
Anyway, so we sat in the cafe for a while until my Dad got there. My Dad was hours early just as I expected he would be. So we sat in the cafe with my Dad and my step-mother until it was time for my son to go set up the show.
I saw all the student art while my son was helping set things up. I have pictures and I am going to post them later. AJ had a piece that was right there when people walked in. He had another really good one where there was a nuclear explosion and then he shows skeletons embracing. Interesting....
Watching the students was interesting too. Some of it was really very good. All of it was interesting. Some of it was real art.
I enjoyed myself thoroughly and was so very proud of my son.
BUT ..... we saw all the art before the show even started. We stayed until about 30 minutes into the show and then my Dad, my step-mom, and I looked at one another and decided we needed to sit down again.
So back to the cafe it was! I was getting tired by this time, a little punchy. I do get up at 5am you know. So, I may have started talking too much at this poing. I talked about Baz Luhrmann's soundtracks and movies. I talked about the tango scene in Chicago and compared it to the tango scene done to Roxanne in Moulin Rouge. I talked about Hans Zimmer and the music in Inside Man and The Greek Card. I talked about Idiocracy and Wall-E.
Finally my Dad said we should head back over there.
THEN we waited for all the artistes to break down their art work and spackle the holes. Another hour which I walked around for a bit. Then I laid on a hill outside. I gathered my sons things and discovered that not only did my Brother not need to take time off of work and drive me up to Huntsville but my Dad didn't need to bring his Durango because the artwork wasn't going home.
I don't even know what time we got out of that art studio.
My Father always takes us out to eat on such occasions and he let AJ pick the place.
It was a draft bar where the young women walked around in tight black shorts about the size of underwear and tight black t-shirts with 'Tap This' printed on the back.
AJ had never been there before.
I was so tired. I started to read my O magazine to keep myself from diarrhea of the mouth.
We waited. We waited longer.
I finished my freaking magazine.
I sent AJ to get a menu. He returned to tell me that we had to wait for someone to help us.
I flagged down one of the proud young 'Tap This' women. She said something conciliatory which I am sure included some sort of reassurance that she would soon get us a cold beverage.
Live music played.
People finished eating and left.
I flagged the young woman down again and although she started to speak I started speaking too and said, "We have been waiting a long time now. If you are not able to get us menus, we will leave."
She nodded, made more conciliatory noises, and darted back behind the door, presumable to repair this situation.
My step-mother, arguably the most passive woman on the planet, was horrified by my behavior.
I did not help the situation by picking that moment to inform my son that my Brother had told me he had put all of AJ's things in the garage because AJ's things smelled. I told AJ that his dorm room was a mess when we got there and that he would need to keep things clean and clean everything before moving things back in.
I just horrified my step-mother.
I know we were at dinner. I was TIRED. ....and bothered by the fact that although he had learned plenty ... my son was still not taking care of himself or even brushing his hair.
Okay so I felt bad.
I ate my sandwich. YUM YUM.
We drove home where I experienced more diarrhea of the mouth, partly to keep myself awake and partly because I was tired and punchy.
My 73 year old father is driving as fast as he can to get us out of his car. LOL
Finally we are home. Yay.
I don't think I will call my Dad for a few days though. I think he needs a break.
Oh but I almost forgot something. When I got out of my Brother's suburban my son said, 'Holy Cow Mom! You're thin!' That was very satisfying.
Also, when we toured the campus in Huntsville about a year ago, I was not able to keep up with the group as it walked to the art department auditorium to describe the program to the parents and potential students.
Yesterday I walked probably 3 miles in total. Effortlessly.
I am glad to have my son home. I am so proud of what he has done. All of it.