Partying with the Parents
When I was in San Antonio, I went to a party hosted by my Mother’s boss. He is the owner of Mad Dogs Pub in San Antonio. They also have a couple of other locations as well, one of which is in Hong Kong.
But anyway, I realized that this was the first time we’d ever attended a party where we all drank alcohol. They drank wine and I drank beer.
It a stunning confession, my Step-Dad mentioned that just last year they had attended a “wine meal” where they served a different wine for every course. That’s not so stunning. What was stunning was that he said he got totally wasted. I mean puke-in-the-bathroom wasted! And he admitted that my Mother had to drive home! Funny, I don’t recall hearing that story. I guess we aren’t proud of such moments. I was amused, though.
So anyway, the party was fun and my Mother stopped short of singing karaoke. But that’s not to say that she didn’t get some prompting. The host said, “Linda, put down your calculator and sing us a song!” Or something like that. You see, my Mother is the accountant for the establishment. There was just something funny about the moment. And if you knew my Mother, you’d know that she would never be the center of attention.
Two nights later, we went to Mad Dogs and dined and drank on the Riverwalk. It was a perfect 72 degrees as far as I could tell. And the bands of Nebraska and Michigan State floated by consecutively and serenaded us with fight songs. Pretty fun time, I have to say.