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Monday, May 19, 2008

As a parent you can never say that you have a favorite child. That being said, this is Mike's time. This is the time, the last month of high school, that revolves around any high school senior. Sean and Sam went through it, Jack has his to come. That's way now is Michael's time. Plans are in motion for Michael's college career. So last week he went to Chicago to see the school. Sean has two team mates from Colgate, Nate and Jonny B, that are in Chicago. Although both were open to Mike staying with them he opted to stay with Jon. There were many concerns with Mike's choice of schools, the distance being the biggest. This trip was my way of saying, "see, it's not that far, just a short flight". Mike left Albany on Thursday afternoon. By Friday afternoon he called to say he wasn't coming back. When I picked him up at the airport on Saturday he was sporting a Cubs hat. Now, he can't wait for school to start. This weekend was prom, or, how to spend more money on one night then anyone else in your community. A group of kids all went to one girls home for pre prom activities. This includes the parents all showing up for photos. I have noticed a trend in the past few years that I really like. Kids go to the prom with or without dates. So here we are at the house taking pictures when the front door flies open and in walks ( really it was more then walks, a kind of storms in, but not an angry storms in. The thought in my mind at the time was a old movie entrance or at least a Carol Burnett as Scarlet O'Hara entrance) a girl in a brown hoop skirt dress with an entourage. Screams (yes, really screams) of delight as the girls see each others dresses. Pose, pose, pose. As the other hatch lings gather around her. I noticed that when ever she posed for a photo she was in the center, and with that hoop skirt, it kept people from crowding her. On Sunday afternoon when everything was over and Mike was telling us all about the night, I asked who her date was. Mike said she went alone and all I could think was thank God because she is the definition of "high maintenance". It would not be fair to unleash that on an unsuspecting high school boy.
For photos of Mike's two big weekends click here.http://picasaweb.google.com/saratogairish/MichaelSTime
Michael also starts rehearsal this week for a production of The Graduate. The performances are set for the last two weekends in June at the Arts Center in Saratoga. Mike is playing the part of Ben so he gets to say, "Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me". More information as I get it

Upcoming Events
The Saratoga Division of the AOH will be marching in the Saratoga Memorial Parade on Wednesday evening. Gather in front of Burkes Funereal Home on North Broadway at 6pm.

I will be going to Baltimore this coming weekend to see Sean and Sara. Sunday we will be seeing a Nationals game in DC and Monday we will be at Camden Yards for the Yankee Oriole game. Saturday night may be very interesting. I will keep you all posted.(posted, that's blogging humor)

9 Comments:

At 11:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Congratulations, Proud Papa!

Another milestone for you both. Thank goodness that times have changed. Same for my lovely daughter this year. She's a prom princess who has chosen to go to prom "stag". I'm so lucky!

There's nothing worse than a high maintenance girl.

We low maintenance ones, often pay the dues of the others.

urNL

 
At 7:48 AM, Blogger Steve said...

NL,
Let's see, your low maintenance, literate. I learn more and more about you. I hope your daughter has a great time at her prom.

 
At 10:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm very sweet too.

 
At 9:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

How was your son's prom?

urNL

 
At 10:54 PM, Blogger Steve said...

he survived, at least that was all I heard about it.

 
At 6:55 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah. Me too. She had obviously been crying though, No explanation offered. Just three days of relative silence and moping. There must've been a boy involved. No offense but only the male of the species can make a girl feel that desolate.

 
At 9:59 PM, Blogger Steve said...

That's only because the male of the species never understands the female of the species.
The perfect example of this,
her. "Do I look fat in this outfit?"
Him "Yes"
And you know what happens next.

 
At 11:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I believe the correct answer is, "It's not the outfit that makes you look fat, Honey. It's your ass."

What follows is usually a crashing sound with swelling and possibly blood. He did have it coming after all but I looked really bad on TV in that orange jumpsuit trying to cover my face with my hands :-)

 
At 10:24 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I will be going to Baltimore this coming weekend to see Sean and Sara. Sunday we will be seeing a Nationals game in DC and Monday we will be at Camden Yards for the Yankee Oriole game. Saturday night may be very interesting. I will keep you all posted.(posted, that's blogging humor)"

hehehe.....

Sorry it's taken me so long to get over here... it was GREAT meeting you Steve! *kisses*

 

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