So, what were YOU doing last night?

You know. My son is making it AWFULLY DIFFICULT to forget that he is a Freshman. Seriously. Last night? 5:30 pm, saw me running with him (well, driving. We all know that *allathis* don’t run. heh.) to the school, the HIGH SCHOOL, for ‘back to school’ night.

This involved, first, meeting with the Chior teacher (who, as I mentioned before, also taught me and Kevin in High School. heh) and discuss this years Choir tour they’ll be taking in March to Spain and France. (oh yes. we hate him. *L*) Holy hell, my wallet hurts, even thought I ain’t paid a dime yet. We won’t find out if he qualifies to go until the first of October. She needs to take a balanced choir, and obviously Freshman are the last to be picked, upperclassmen get first round, etc. They do fundraising, but since everyting for the trip has to paid so early on, the money earned by each student there is given back as a ‘refund’ type deal.

So, how much is this little trip going to cost? About $3200 bucks. That’s a guestimate for now, as it depends ultimately on the airfares they finally are able to lock in. Oy. That’s a hefty chunk of change, you know? First payment is due October 15th, which I should be able to cover with dividends (please be a good year, please be a good year). After that – well. We’ll see how it goes. heh. I may be putting up a fundraising button or something. All depends on if he gets to go.

Then! It was Meet the Teachers! We followed an abreviated schedule and went to each of his classes and met with the teachers. The boy seems well liked, and is doing really well, so that makes me happy.

One down moment was talking to another parent i haven’t seen in a while, who didn’t know of Kevin’s death. It always smacks me out of the blue – at this point, I’d think everyone knew. But it apparently isn’t so. The boy walked away while we spoke about it briefly, then came back for a hug, where everyone commented on how much taller then me he now is.

Harumph.
Not only am I OLD. I’m also SHORT.

Then, I find out that The boy needs to help with the Homecoming Float tonight. Yeah – did I mention it’s homecoming week? With all that entails? including a DANCE? a HOMECOMING DANCE? with HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS? Yeah. And one of them girls asked him to help with the float. The convo:

Theboy: I need to be *here* to help with the float. I get to use powertools!
Me: that ain’t why you’re doing it.
Theboy: true. she’s REALLY HOT mom. I couldn’t say no!
Me: muttersnarl

So. Tonight, he’s off to help this ‘totally hawt’ little trollop. And then Friday is the parade. and bonfire. And saturday the 2 football games. And that evening, the Dance. He still isn’t quite sure he’s going to the dance, yet, but he’s considering it.

Me, i’ll be here at home, consoling myself with my two favorite men.

Ben and Jerry.