So, our beloved Memuph (pictured here on the left with Miss Kate from our office, circa 2006 YFC trip to Savannah) is moving to New York City and the boys are none too pleased. They have let me know countless times that it "is not fair." And they demand to know why "Memuph wants to move so far from her woobies."
While Daddy was away in Dubai, we went to see Memuph for one last (?) hoorah in her ATL apartment. We did many fun things like eat ice cream at bedtime outside, go swimming (in her other apt. complex pool since hers was closed on Labor Day (what !?) and experience one of life in this century and culture's milestones: stumbling upon a "Pride Event" in progress.
We took the b
oys for an innocent jaunt through Piedmont Park. Our intention was to play on the playground, take a walk, feed the ducks, etc. We drove the boys about 25 minutes to get there, during which time they were very anxious to arrive and play. As we neared the venue and kept driving around looking for a parking space, we got the "feeling" from astute observation that there was an event taking place in said park due to the sheer number of people trying to enter it.
oys for an innocent jaunt through Piedmont Park. Our intention was to play on the playground, take a walk, feed the ducks, etc. We drove the boys about 25 minutes to get there, during which time they were very anxious to arrive and play. As we neared the venue and kept driving around looking for a parking space, we got the "feeling" from astute observation that there was an event taking place in said park due to the sheer number of people trying to enter it.After further observation, I said, "Memuph, I think there is a black gay-pride event going on here." But alas, we had committed. We were here. The boys were here. The playground and ducks were here. We were going to the park and what looked like a black gay-pride event, called "Ladies in the Night."
And sure enough, that is what it was. So, we did not feed the ducks because that is where the DJ was for the dance party. We played on the playground, but only after we had to wait on the swings for some fully grown, adult, shall we say, event-attenders, to finish swinging.
And needless to say, we did not stay long. I am so thankful that they didn't seem to "notice anything."
And the fact that we like to sing and dance to "Dancing Queen" by ABBA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GFpMb0sOaw means nothing. NOTHING! I say.
Mitch hates that they know (groan) and like (gasp!) that song. But then again, I hate that they can sing "Ice, Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice with him.
So I guess we are even.
4 comments:
Dancing Queen...great song!
Well, each of your boys will have something new to add to their list of new things they have done this year, if nothing else!
I'm just doing my part to introduce my woobies to the harsh realities of the world....even those with alternative lifestyles need to gather in public places and dance. :)
Oh and PS....there are much better pictures of me. I shall send you some for your files.
They must get the ABBA thing from Aunt Cathy...she LOVES ABBA and Dancing Queen...another one of those 'genes' things. But, back in the day, the title took on a different meaning. What fun!
:)AC
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