Saturday night I crashed a party at the La Costa Resort and Spa. On my way there I ran into the grocery store to hit the ATM. When I got out of the car, a boy asked me to buy him a bottle of Captain Morgan.
He looked so young standing next to his practical, fuel efficient economy car that his parents probably bought. He called me 'Miss.' I stopped, and was about to hold out my hand for the money. I remembered being his age. My friends and I used to do the same thing until Phil got a fake ID. I'm sure we bought for some other fresh faced kid back when we were first married and partying ourselves.
But then I flashed forward 10 years and saw MY fresh faced kid standing in a parking lot. My baby, who, last night at dinner, thanked Phil and I for being his Mommy and Daddy. I pictured that boys parents, and shook my head. I told him I have a son of my own, and if it were him standing there... The boy finished my sentence, "you couldn't do it. It's OK, I understand."
I went inside and he was still there when I came out. I hope everyone turned him down. I hope he made it home safely.
He Called Me Miss
Monday, October 12, 2009
If you're one of my San Diego peeps, please come! I'm helping Charity with her birthday party. It's a Monopoly themed party and fundraiser for breast cancer!
When: Tuesday, October 20th
Where: Syrah Wine Parlor
RSVP: On the Facebook page
If you have items we can raffle off please contact me or Charity. See you there!
When: Tuesday, October 20th
Where: Syrah Wine Parlor
RSVP: On the Facebook page
If you have items we can raffle off please contact me or Charity. See you there!
Labels:
breast cancer awareness,
party,
Syrah Wine Parlor
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