bring me your parent, preferably in one piece

last night was “the gathering”. a big youth event that happens the night before “see you at the pole”. it’s so the kids can get excited and prayed up for the next day. with every good gathering, there’s a concert. and with every good concert, there’s free giveaways! whoever can bring me a quarter from 1990… whoever can bring me a flip flop… you know the all the originals. okay so the guy says “whoever can bring me your parent”, so there i was half way across the auditorium from Justice, so i start power walking to meet him half way… he grabs me by the arm and starts dragging me down the aisle! he pulled me straight out my shoes yall! they were cute shoes too- shiny purple pumps with a pointed toe… whatarewetalkingabout? oh yeah. i looked like a kite, Justice the string. then we slid into home plate like it was for the winning run. so there i am literally face down at the altar… climbing up the front of the stage. with one shoe in one hand and one hand holding my shirt close to my chest, because i’m pretty sure the guy could see down to my waistline (he was standing 4 feet above me as i was laying on the floor). then he says to us “are you legit?” at this time i was not thinking- “oh you don’t think i look old enough to have a 12 year old, you dear sweet man” nu-uh i was thinking “dude, you better give me a shirt that is worthy of my suffering or i will see you out back when this is over! you won’t make it to the pole.” it worked. the shirt is cool and it’s my size. i’m wearing it now. my son’s shirt however we can share… together. oh well.

over all the evening was a success. our youth band played for the guest performer and they rocked as always. don’t accuse me of being biased because 3 of the band members i consider family- okay 1 of them really is, and i must say she rocks the most! moving on, mus’nt cry.

the morning however, brought back memories of my partying days. i have a swollen foot, a purple knee and a broke fingernail. yep, success!