A nice little Saturday with the ex-mom-outlaw
November 17, 2008 – 12:19 pmAfter an exhausting week, I wanted nothing more than to sleep in a bit later on Saturday. But if someone is offering to take me to the IHOP, I’m so there – even if the offer is from my ex-boyfriend’s mom who was in town for homecoming and preparing to march with the alumni band.
While I was up and ready to go by 9 a.m., the baby kangaroo was nursing a hangover and was keeping me from my pancakes. Not cool.
The baby kangaroo’s mom, on the other hand, is way cool. I’ve known her longer than I’ve known her son, and even though she voted for McCain, she’s still my friend. She is a hip, hip lady, and during this recent trip she proved that she is even bawdier than me. (I know! How is that possible?)
It started on Friday night when I ran into her at the Downtown GetDown. She looked fantastic, and I told her so. “Well, now that Joey’s 21, I am out there, again!” Yep, she is on the prowl and ready to party.
The baby kangaroo and his mommy
Contrary to what the baby kangaroo tweeted, we were not dragged to the Downtown MarketPlace after our pancake breakfast. It was a nice, cool fall morning, so why not wander around the market during its waning weeks? I received a shout-out from a vendor who recognized me from my sassy Calendar Girl photo, which was cool, and I found a cute pickle ornament for my Chrismakkuh tree.
Yes, a pickle.
It is some sort of German urban myth, but the idea is that you hide the pickle (tee hee) on the tree, and whoever finds the pickle on Christmas morning receives an extra gift.
As I’m telling the mom this story, she starts cracking up. “Well, I’m familiar with a different kind of hide-the-pickle game,” she chuckles as the baby kangaroo is turning bright red. “Um, that’s your mom,” I said.
And then she starts reading the tag on the ornament. “Oh, look! It says that it’s mouth blown in Poland! Mouth blown!” Wow. She managed to out-bawdy me.
I paid for my pickle and a Christmas cactus and then we wandered over to another booth that had a collection of silly magnets. “Here’s one for you,” the mom said to me, as she held up a magnet that read “Kinky as a cheap garden hose.” Nice. Then she found another one for me: “Friday is casual sex day.” My goodness, she was feeling spunky! I bet she was a hoot at band camp with her piccolo. (I hear she has her way with woodwinds.)
What’s really funny is that the mom and I had to bully the baby kangaroo into going to a tailgate party – for real! He doesn’t like football and doesn’t get the whole tailgating thing. I’m, like, free beer, food and good company – what’s not to like?
These peeps like to party!
The peer pressure worked. Well, that and the fact that I wouldn’t give him any of the brownies I made unless he went to the tailgate party. (Of course, his mom asked if they were Alice B. Toklas brownies.) It was pretty awesome, especially since the Sweetwater truck was parked nearby – FREE BEER!! We also had blackened fish, fried fish, cole slaw, hushpuppies and spinach salad to go with the beer, so it was all good.
He's cookin' with gas!
Well, that is until the baby kangaroo admitted that he didn’t like football and the rest of the tailgating gang started calling him a Commie. Good times.
Besides tailgating, my favorite part of homecoming was, in fact, coming home and warming up next to a fire with a cup of cocoa and a big bunny. Hurray for cooler weather!
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