Friday, October 12, 2007

Big Weekend

Two of the Children have volunteered for a fund raiser that involves them getting up at 2:00 in the morning on Saturday and Sunday, organizing themselves and hopefully a fair amount of layered warm clothing and standing in the cold and dark for six hours helpfully shoving people in various directions.

These same two Children are also going to homecoming* which is Saturday night. Good planning, don't you think?

Since after careful questioning I discovered that I do not have to get up at 2:00 myself OR drive anyone anywhere I smiled lovingly at them and said, "have fun guys!" I'm a great mom.

*For the foreign set: homecoming is this thing see, where the football team plays a game. It's not the final game, heck it's not even the first game - it's just a game**. For weeks before the game the entire school is whipped into a frenzy (theoretically) over who will be the homecoming "queen" and "king" - decided by a popularity vote***. As far as I can tell the queen doesn't actually participate in the game at all, but just wanders onto the field at half time and waves aimlessly for a while. Then there's a big dance where everyone wears bridesmaids dresses and wobbly high heels. Well, except most of the guys who wear tuxes (some) or suits. Watery punch is served, several people have fights, several more are kicked out of the dance for various reasons, and a reasonable number of the girls end up crying in the hall. This is a rite of passage essential for producing the fine selection of mental scars that make Americans what we are today.

** My school had the dubious honor of being the school everyone else wanted to play for homecoming. We were famous for our defensive strategy. It was called The Hole.

*** Normally this is the pretty type, but we did things a little differently 'round my neck of the woods. One of our queens was a fantastic girl, weighed about 250 pounds, wore a white sheath gown for the "walk 'o candidates" and had a leopard skin flung over one shoulder. She became a riveter when she graduated. Another one came up to me in the hall one day, clouted me on the shoulder and said, "you know what? I like you. Is there anyone you want me to beat up for you?"

6 comments:

Kellan Rhodes said...

My girls had Homecoming a couple of weekends ago. We also have a busy "kid" weekend. Enjoy yours!

Mijk said...

The foreign lot thanks you for the sort of explanation. It doesn't make much sense but that is the thing with those kind of things..

For Kirk said...

Yes, well it doesn't make much sense to me either! But the dance set had a nice time apparently and no one was seriously injured...

Anonymous said...

I wish we were getting up a 2:00. I was wrongfully woken up at 1:00 by Child #1's ride. **sigh** I miss getting up at 6:00

Child 1 said...

We didnt even have punch. just a lot of dubious watering holes where the animals gathered. i kept waiting for the crocidile. also you couldnt have crying girls in the hall. once you left you couldnt get back in. the girls all went to the back and had a little sob together.

Child 2 said...

well, maybe your school just had a thing for "husky females"
remember the cheerleaders?