Senior Week ala Myrtle

OK, I knew the time would come. My kids would begin to do the things I did myself as a not too bright teenager. I just didn't think they'd do those things until they were...say thirty. Our beautiful daughter went to Mytle Beach along with three quarter of the school districts' graduated seniors. She drove her car along with one of her friends. The plan was to drive at night when the traffic wouldn't be as bad and they were going to caravan with another friend and his carmate. The girls kept a low profile for the day and shopped a bit and were going to eat dinner and nap for a few hours.

Didn't happen.

The wise parents told them to get going. They obeyed. I placed a call to the friend to tell them the girls were going to get on the road. He was at a party. I can only assume drinking a bit. His carmate was drinking ... heavily and wouldn't be ready for a ride yet. Pinhead! Do you honestly believe she'd be ready in a few hours to drive!

I'm hoping this was not indicative of thinks to come.

The girls got on the road. Mo drove to Richmond, then they traded off. It was now beginning to get light and the traffic picked up. From out of nowhere came a wild turkey. Not just any turkey, but a BIG ASS TURKEY! They hit it. The girls later giggled when they stopped to check for damage and found one lone feather stuck in the grill. It would remain for the duration as as a souvonier. There's strike one.

The rest of the ride was uneventful and I tried not to be a hovering mom, but we kept in touch throughout the ride.

Calls throughout the week revealed they were the new beer pong champs of eight houses full of friends. I'm so proud my eyes teared. "OK Honey, just stay safe. Don't drink anything when you don't know the contents." There were cat fights and dumb boys drinking too much fights. There was the incident on the jet skis which landed Mo's friend in the hospital for 5-6 hours to determine if her ankle was broken or just sprained. A good time was had by all.

Finally, last night my little honey walked through the door last night at 10:30. Amen! She was now a well traveled and experienced driver who has discovered the meaning of "Familiarity breeds contempt."

I still got the kiss good night and "I love you Mommy. I'm glad I'm home."

:-)


Me too honey, me too.