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Spud Boy Makes A Special Appearance.
Many years ago, GuyFriend and I were asked to 揵abysit?by some friends of ours while they went out-of-town on a weekend getaway. Actually, it抯 more like they asked us to 搘atch?their children as they were all teenagers -- Don Juan (17), Geek Boy (17),[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and Princess Daria (13). Basically,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], our job was to make sure they didn抰 burn down the house,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], throw a party and/or hurt each other.
To help us entertain the younguns, their parents left us the funds to take 慹m roller skating at the local rink. Woohoo! GuyFriend and I hadn抰 been roller skating in more than a decade, so we were kinda excited about it. And, get this, GuyFriend and I had never been skating together. I know, I know. Go figure.
As the kids were getting ready,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they mentioned that the rink had a few rules we had to follow. Like, um, a dress code. Mostly we couldn抰 throw about racial slurs, gang signs or 搃nciting?words. The point to all these restrictions,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as told to us by the youngsters, was to avoid any gang fights and/or drive-by shootings.
It was becoming clear to me that times had changed since I last visited this particular rink in junior high school. Back then, it was located in the outskirts of town. Now, it抯 part of the ghetto.
Guyfriend and I weren抰 too worried about our ability to meet these restrictions but we very carefully made each child cross their heart-hope-to-die-stick-a- needle-in-their-eye promise not to break any rules. We also made them each pinkie-swear too,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just for good measure. Then we were off to the rink.
We got up to the entry only to discover armed security with magic wands. A little unsettling or kind of reassuring depending on your outlook. It was at this checkpoint that we hit a little snag. See,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Geek Boy was wearing a T-Shirt that had the name of a hockey team on it. (We had inspected his fashion choices but as the team name was also the name of an animal, we thought it was a PETA promotion or something.) Then, to my horror,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I realized that I was wearing a sweatshirt with my law school抯 name on it. Yikes! I myself was breaking the rules. However,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I got waived through as I guess they didn抰 think I抎 be the cause of any rival law-school fisticuffs.
Unfortunately though, Geek Boy was rejected. He couldn抰 get in. In a moment of inspiration, GuyFriend mentioned that he thought he had an extra shirt in his car. Now, GuyFriend always had a wacky collection of stuff in his trunk so we all traipsed back car. He rooted around a bit and came up with a spare T-Shirt. Which had been in his trunk for years,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], literally.
Geek Boy donned the offered shirt and turned around to reveal a wrinkled T-Shirt sporting SPUD BOY! Just imagine a goofy looking potato with arms and legs spouting (or sprouting) the virtues of Idaho抯 most lucrative cash crop. I don抰 recall exactly where GuyFriend got this gem but it came from some advertising firm. It served only to enhance Geek Boy抯 general dorkiness. And in like fashion,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Geek Boy didn抰 seem to mind?he just wanted to get into the rink.
Much like my law school sweatshirt, security didn抰 bat an eye at the Spud Boy T-Shirt and we all got waived through. Once inside, we all got skates and set about to have a good time. Spud Boy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], oblivious to geekiness, made a beeline to the video games. Don Juan ?who was dressed to impress the young ladies ?made a beeline to the opposite end of the rink from us. And, Princess Daria followed GuyFriend and I.
Spud Boy never left the game area (good thing we rented him skates huh?), Don Juan pretended that he wasn抰 with us and wooed the girls and Princess Daria alternated between skating with some of her friends and joining us at our table. GuyFriend and I skated some and rested a lot.
Much to Princess Daria抯 delight, GuyFriend and I did go out and do the couples skate. The last time I did a couples skate was at that rink in junior high and they played Reunited. It was teenage-girl-dreamy. Not so much this time. This time,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Guyfriend and I tried not to fall down in front of the youngsters while we skated to a rap tune that was talking about someone抯 drug-addicted mom overdosing and people being shot and ho抯 and stuff. I was struck by the very unromantic choice of music but the younguns acted like it was some love/mating ballad.
The weekend went well and all was good when their parents returned. However, we did find out that the kids had failed to mention a couple of things to us. Namely,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that Geek Boy was on restriction and not allowed to play video games ?which he did all weekend long at home and at the rink ?and that Don Juan抯 weekend chore was to wash all the dishes ?which GuyFriend did all weekend because the children 搒hould go and have fun? Princess Daria, on the other hand had done all her homework and chores.
See,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], there were a couple of questions we forgot to ask. But since they were all still alive and in one piece, we figured 搉o harm, no foul? And, GuyFriend let Geek Boy keep the T-Shirt. It just seemed fitting.
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