Hooky: the favorite pastime of delinquents and newly liberated office workers. Being neither a delinquent or a liberated office worker, I had not played hooky. Now, I should clarify - I've cut class. I'm not a total loser. Only total losers go to class (stay in school kids). I consider hooky something different. Its a high art. Only the few, the proud, the Bueller, can really pull it off.
My mentor for the day
See, yesterday there were the last vestiges of a blizzard and classes over at Michigan State's Law School (some of them) were canceled. Michigan hasn't canceled classes since the 1970's and that was more about how many people were stricken by the horrible disease that was traveling around college campuses at the time. You know the one I mean.... Disco Fever. It was awful.
Despite not having class for the day, as a law student my mom had a lot of studying to do. Not if I could help it. You see, my whole life, if I was going to go to school or stay home, I didn't make the decision. My parents did. It required usually a mix of illness and guilt trip to get me out of class when I was growing up. Once I had to ruin breakfast for an entire section of people over at the local Friendly's to get myself home for the day.
What the hell are you smiling about, you monster?
Anyway, now that I'm totally all grown-up and stuff, its my turn to be a bad influence. So I drove out to Lansing and made my mom stop studying so we could cut loose and get crazy. My mom. She parties like a rockstar. She parties like its 1979. She parties like arthritis isn't a real thing. She... is going to kill me for saying that. Guess what, mom? Totally worth it.
We met up with her (and now my, cause she's awesome) friend Bridgette and went and saw Avatar. That's right. We bad. I've seen it three times. Because I am an individual and as a unique individual, I am not swayed at all by the fact that its the number one movie of all time. I, in no way, wish to validate my tastes with the spending choices of those around me, nor do I have a crush on a nine-foot-tall blue guy.
Your skin is blue, but your eyes say "I like blond chicks"
After the movie we went to Chester's Nuts. Yes that's a real place. Guess what they sell. And get your mind out of the gutter. They sell a lot of nuts. They offer important information on the eating and digesting of nuts. Additionally, they have chocolate. This is a store that can do no wrong.
Suggestive and informative.
After Chester's Nuts, we got a delightful and wholly classy dinner at Dusty's Cellar in Lansing. I think the lesson of the day is that my mom is seriously immature, but in that good point-and-laugh way. Not in the "I can't believe you'd do that to a puppy" kind of way. Two very distinct things. Playing hooky with my mom was fantastic. I love being a bad influence on people. No I don't. That's a lie. See? Its like lying is fun or something. Weird. In all seriousness, it was delightful good times. End communication.
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