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Bang your head
9 June 04 ¦ Permalink ¦
Lately, there’s been a barrage of voicemails on my cell from mommy dearest. I’m going to see Aimee Mann on Friday (solo), against my mother’s wishes. She’s actually told me that I cannot go alone (it just so happens that all of my friends despise the musical stylings of Ms. Mann, leaving me to attend by myself).
Trying to explain to her that it’s not a big deal, and looking for a reference she would get, I said “Mom, it’s not like I’m going to a Twisted Sister concert!” (you should know that “music” has always been something my mom has referred to as a “phase” she’s been waiting for me to grow out of).
I also explained how the show is in Solana Beach, just minutes away from my home and right across the glamorous Rancho Santa Fe neighborhood. Trying to appeal to her bargain-shopper side, I explained that I’m on the guest list and that I would be going for free. She’s still not convinced and I broke out in hives.
I think that even when I’m 60, my mom will still treat me like a child.
Thankfully, her sour phone calls didn’t ruin Game 2 last night. I called my Dad when the game went into OT. He had bet a lot of money on the game and was ecstatic (he has recently relocated to Las Vegas, which has been rather problematic as he lives in the casinos). We’re just suckers for video poker.
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